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Copyright 1922 by 
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If I Can 5 

If You Have 5 

Aspiration 7 

Going On 8 

Chiropractic Sonnet 9 

Realization 11 

Leadership 12 

Alpha-Beta-Omega 13 

Sol L. Long, D. C 15 

To Benedict Lust 16 

Bernarr Macfadden 17 

The Girl I Never Got 18 

The Nation's Chief 24 

To Elizabeth, the Lovely 25 

G. Patten Brown 26 

Miss Marguerite Truelove 28 

The Massachusetts Doctors^ 29 

George Anston 35 

The Stepping Stones to Life 36 

A Good World 44 

To B. J. Palmer 60 

To New Graduates 61 

Commencement Song 62 

The Burning Bush 63 

To Mother Stover 65 

Herbert E. Dennett, D. D. S.. D. C 66 

Laurels and Lovelocks 67 

Laurels and Lovelocks 6.S 

O. L. Brown 70 

Mary M. Cadier 70 

W. B. Condon 71 

J. Alfred Coultrup ,...', 72 

O. Arthur Culmer \.\ .X 72 

G. Earl Elliott ^..'.W 73 

Dr. A. A. Gregory 73 

Dr. Wilbur R. Gorby 74 

Mrs. Latolia Goodman 75 

B. L. Gold 75 



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INDEX 



Title P-^ge 

J. N. Lamar 76 

William Mondy '^'^ 

S. P. Reed 77 

J. S. Riley 78 

B. F. Sherman 78 

T. F. Starkey 79 

Luella Starkey 79 

A. E. Smith 80 

Farewell 81 

Growth and Endurance 83 

Proem 83 

Our Beloved South 84 

Our New Chief, Warren G. Harding 87 

In the Dreamland of Enid 88 

Proem 89 

Children As They Played 92 

The Grocers 93 

Dry Goods and Other Merchants 94 

Newspapers — Eag:le. Wave. News, Events and Sun 95 

The Oklahoma Dude 96 

The Old Bachelor. -. 96 

The Old Maid 98 

A Henpecked Husband 98 

The Churches 99 

The Normal 100 

Docors Rush. Field. Champion, McKenzie and Kelso 101 

The Legal Fraternity 103 

The Oklahoma Girls 102 

The Boy I Didn't Get 104 

Is It You? 107 

Sunshine in the Soul 108 

Welcome, Masons 113 

As— So— 114 

To M. F 11,5 

Dr. N. W. Shefferman 116 

Farewell , 118 



GREETING. 

Turn these pages ; all for you ; 
You will find some hearts are true. 

If you have time, read each line, 

Where memory's wreaths have been entwined. 

I'll give you my hand and heart. 
If you'll take them as your part. 

And give to me some thought each day 
That in my heart may come to stay. 



PROEM, 



;" *^. "'^'^^ °^ "^y labors ,t is pleasant indeed 

Tor v,3,ons to come up before me and plead 
To be wntten down for my loved ones to read. 

And again it is pleasant when busy to find 
A key to unlock the great heart of mankind 
Where my own heart may be renewed and refined. 
For these visions that come and demand to be heard 
But to the heart of each one must be forever endeared. 

May they come, may they go, each leaving its kiss 
To rest on our lips with its love and its btiss 
To man and to matron and to tiniest miss. 

Each expression recorded here is an experience dear 
That has come from the heart without favor or eir 
And ,s then handed out in manner most simpl Ir^^lear. 

I give as it came without study or thought 
For no excellence in its behalf have I wrought 
Hopmg ever for expressions that can never be bough 

In truth and in love may these stanzas each blend 
J ha owed afl^ections as friend helping friend 
Un, on to successes and world without end, 

—Joe Shelby Riley, 



— Please give me for every day 
A friendship that has come to stay. 




If I've done ought that's made you glad, 
Robbed you of what has made you sad, 
I only ask your hand in mine 
In friendship, love, and truth divine. 



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IF I CAN 

If I can look back on the years I have spent 

To relieve human ills, I will never regret 

The hardships endured, nor the gauntlets I've run; 

Old enemies vanquished, and present ones none. 

If I can look back and see the ones I have taught 
Still growing in worth that can never be bought, 
And going on upward to a zenith so grand, 
The respect of the best of mankind to command. 

If I can look round on a world all aglow 

With the doctrines I teach, I know I shall know 

That a life full of service rounds into its own 

With distinction e'en greater than king on his throne. 

His the dream of the monarch, ostentation, and fame; 
Mine the love of humanity and an untarnished name. 
My distinction for his I never would trade 
For I know of the noblest ambition 'tis made. 

If I can look on to the ages to come, 

And see thru them all what my leadership's done, 

I then will be proud of the truths I have told, 

That 'have grown and developed as the ages have rolled. 



IF YOU HAVE 

If you have never gone back on a friend when in need, 
Nor made trusting ones doubt you nor loving hearts bleed ; 
If you have always walked on in the highways of life, 
Nor ever acted little in peace or in strife — 

If you have never turned coward when the clouds were all dark. 
If you have always gone forward to the prize of the mark 
Of the highest of callings mankind can espouse. 
And the human heart's strongest impulses arouse, — 



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You may count all your blessings, a legion so great 
That none can destroy and none can create, 
But your life may unfold in the greatest campaign 
To lead on to victory with never a stain. 

If you have always fought on in the manliest way 

That would make you most truly a lion of the day ; 

If you have gone through trials that weigh down weaker heart, 

And in all you have done truly the nobleman's part; — 

If your hand has been friendly to one and to all, 
And your heart has been free from all envy and gall ; 
If you have a conscience that is void of offence 
To cover good will over earth and far hence, — 

You may pillow your head and sleep through the night, 
Or stand face to face with the foe in the fight ; 
Grow in strength and in knowledge all the days of your life, 
Win lasting renown through the hardest of strife. 



If you have looked on to the years that must come 
To the one who sows wisely for the harvest of home ; 
If you have seen through the years to eternity's gate, 
Where millions assemble in a judgment of state; — 

If you have wielded faith's shield, worn her armor of truth, 
Carried older ones back to the fountain of youth; 
If you have overcome all the obstacles of time, 
Making your life one that is truly sublime, — 



You may rest from your labors in the realms of the blest. 
With the smile of the victor after strongest conquest ; 
And may check on the bank where failure is unknown, 
Bask with companions in the shade of the Throne. 



ASPIRATION 

This poem is the outgrowth of advice given his students in lessons 
and lectures by Dr. Riley, who always fondly advises his students to 
strive for all masteries, excel their teachers if possible. 

The doctor wrote it down between times occupied treating patients in 
the busiest times of his busy and active career, and came as a most 
restful thrill. 

The doctor knows many will be disposed to doubt his word when he 
says the most restful moments of his life are those his body would 
be supposed to be worn and tired (which is really never the case), 
when some kind spirit comes with messages of life that he receives and 
writes on a page for the uplift and strengthening of all who read. 

This really and truly rests the doctor, or rather prevents fatigue 
from settling on him. Hours pass in the midst of labors that would 
break anybody else down completely only to make Dr. Riley feel better 
and stronger. 

May we all aspire to greater things, reach them and grow stronger, 
live year after year in the great work we have professed, and reap 
the reward ; honest men and women ; defenders of the truth that makes 
men free. 



My boys and my girls, we are climbing the hills 
Whose declivities fill us with life's deepest thrills. 
The peaks that we climb, the ranges pass o'er 
Were never by human foot trodden before ; 
For our science is new, and its allies are new; 
Humanity's heart we would touch and enthew 
With health so abundant, and continuous youth. 
And all deathless elements of harmonious truth, 
That the uplifted summits are grand to behold : 
Horizons stretch out as with shimmering gold. 
And the tempests that blow where the ascent is steep, 
And the peaks are the highest, the caverns most deep. 
Make strong every one as he faces the storm, 
Reaching the summit with untiring form ; 
And beyond highest pinnacle still we may see 
The soul of the science in potent infancy. 
Still lifting itself through the shadow and mist ' 
Where unsetting suns have its ruddy brows kissed. 



And through years of struggle are centuries of growth, 
Where a bilUon adherents are never aloathe 
To give succor and aid, and a coronet place 
On each veteran warrior at the end of the race. 
And each that goes forward and wins in the fight 
Shall know his cause just and noble and right; 
And joyously, lovingly spoken forever his name; 
Heroic, unshaken, everlasting his fame. 

As the majesty of reason is the pride of the years; 
As the round rolling earth is the maid of the spheres; 
As accomplishment reaches all treasures and^ heights, 
Subduing all wrongs and establishing all rights — 
So may the great spirit you manifest now 
Direct every effort, her fortune bestow, 
Unconquered the soul, unsubdued be the arm. 
To defend and establish and keep from all harm. 

Go on in the struggle; you'll never fall down: 

Your doctrines will grow because they are sound. 

Men will look on and wave their hats, high. 

And kings may help send their applause to the sky. 

On, on, we will go, nor question success. 

Which will come in all power to own and to bless. 

Where the glory you share shall forever enshine 

Man, woman, and soul in attainment divine. 

GOING ON 

I am only your leader; you may yet go beyond 

Where my leadership ends, in research grand and strong. 

May you surmount every obstacle, cast down every foe. 

Till the world everywhere your message shall know. 

In the mines filled with gold, and where diamonds shine 

In lustre their own, and their radiance entwine, 

May you find in their midst the pearl of great worth. 

As from' your brain mighty thoughts have their birth. 

For we go to the depths, as well as the heights ; 

Great wealth is below ; above are mystery points bright. 

Our path thru the depths or over the heights 

Is filled with the forces of hell where hardest fights 



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Of demons entrenched, full armored and strong, 

Sharp weapons have drawn, and snares have they hung. 

But the armor of truth our soldiers have worn 

Has never from manly form ever been torn. 

And the strongest of snares hell's soldiers could place 

Have scarcely impeded our men in the race. 

For the strength of a giant to the sinew and bone. 

Marks every, character when the battle is on. 

And thru smoking conflict, the charge and the run, 

No foot has gone back till the fight has been won, 

And truth, crushed, has risen, her defiance has hurled. 

And her banner of gold waved over the world. 

And the rainbow of hope in the fast-clearing sky 

Is promise unfaiHng to do or to die. 

As the sun in his glory is the power of God ; 

As the truth of his word is the strength his sword ; 

As the stars in the sky are the picture of love, 

As they circle his throne in their courses above, 

Where his chariots of fire with their horses of flame 

Enlighten the universe and defend his great name; — 

So our armies from mountain tops camping around 

By faith see below, and by faith hear the sound 

Of the armies that help, greater than all that oppose. 

As the voice of the people speaks loud to disclose 

Humanity's wants with its thunderous tones. 

Baptizing earth's continents and shaking her thrones. 

Whence a spirit so mighty it cannot be cast down. 

Poises aloft in unshaken hand a significant crown. 

Not for one, but for many, in a glorious band. 

In foreign climes and home in Columbia's land. 

CHIROPRACTIC SONNET 

Dr. Lora B. Riley, wife of Dr. J. S. Riley, awoke the doctor early 
one morning in Boston, saying she had just had a bright vision of a 
jong, and must write it down while it was fresh in her mind. 

Accordingly, she arose and wrote this sonnet without hesitating a 
moment, expressive of her great faith in the science that had done 
so much for the betterment of her own health. 



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As long as she lived after this she sang this song at the Riley com- 
mencements. Since her beautiful life ended, which was accidental, we 
have cherished this song poem as a heart peal left to show where a 
hand of love and a sincere heart have brightened the pathway of life 
that others may see clearer to walk therein: 



Have you heard the wondrous news that's going 'round the 

town? 
Of the new kind of doctors that are winning great renown? 
Their names are Chiropractors, and the wonders they create 
Are marvellous. Listen. And the story I'll relate. 

They say that checking fevers is a simple thing today, 
Especially typhoid, which just can't have its way 
If a skillful Chiropractor can get hold of the back, 
And adjust the first cervical and dorsals each with tact. 

And that serious trouble, heart disease, which is so prevalent, 
In fact, there are a great many who suffer from attack. 
And it is so simply handled by the science of today, 
And is no dream, but tried and true, and has come here to stay. 

They say in old Bohemia, far back as forty-six. 
They practised this same science, with quite peculiar tricks. 
Of pressing with the heel, sir, and the patient would exclaim. 
His ills were reduced, sir, and go to work again. 

Out on Massachusetts Avenue, in a building brown and tall, 
They are teaching men and women the great science of the 

Now! 
And men of grand and stalwart worth would have each pupil 

know 
That each must conquer every ill and banish every woe. 

That sincerity and honor are the slogans they eschew. 

And do unto others as you wish was done to you. 

And when each student graduates, with credentials in his hand. 

He feels he has espoused the greatest science in the land. 



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Her helmet removed, yet wearing her crown. 



ALMA C. ARNOLD. 

Queen of the Drugless world ! Thy weight in gold 
Measures not thy value. Wealth untold 
Does not represent the work thou hast done, 
Nor pay for the great victories thou hast won, 
All continents have learned to love thee well. 
Thy worth perceive, thy many fortunes tell. 
All races know thy teaching, who thou art, 
And give thee loyalty of hand and heart. 

Queen of the Drugless world, go on, go on. 

Your fight for truth has just begun 

Your horizon's bright, extending far, , 

Including all empires both near and afar. 

Nor yet thy work may circumscribe. 

Its elixirs of youth we all imbibe. 

Thy life and its labors a monument high, 

From earth's storm elements to peace in the sky. 

If faith survives all peace and all wars, 
And hope abides in its zenith of stars; 
If destiny's shaping our lives to the end. 
Preparing her heroes her truths to defend ; 
If right shall make might, and honor the goal. 
And truth from all sources take riches and toll, — 
Then the world's drugless queen shall in honor pass down 
Her helmet removed, yet wearning her crown. 



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REALIZATION 

The world was wrapped in darkness and doubt; 

All struggles were vain within and without 

Medic ranks who sought so near and far 

Above their horizons for some brightening star 

Whose rays would reveal panacea for good of mankind, 

Which their intricate researches never could find. 

Narcotics, hypnotics, in strange, wierd power, 

Made up the work of the men of the hour. 

Cathartics, astringents, hypodermics at hand, 

Made human rights cheapest contraband. 

Acids and phosphates, to burn and to glow. 

Against health and life had dealt a hard blow. 

Serums had poisoned, vaccinations had killed, 

As tho terrible fates their calamities had willed 

On suffering mortals so helpless and blind 

That a way of escape they never could find. 

But an occasional voice made protest to the crowd ; 

Some invincible leader spoke a message so loud 

That the cheeks of hell's minions grew ghastly as death, 

As lightnings of truth flashed the message to earth. 

And a murmur of song made the welkin resound 

With forces supreme and cause most renowned. 

Yea, justice eternal was sleeping, not dead; 

Forceful her soldiers and mighty their tread, 

As the silence of waking of ages long past. 

And mercy rejected adding force to the blast 

That stills not its soul amid death wailing sighs. 

As the breath of God sweeps down the refuge of lies. 

Nor the dust of kings long dead to mortals may say. 

Nor the voices of monarchs living dare to array 

Forces to bind the mortal mind in shackles so vile. 

Nor the strongest of manhood by envy despoil. 

Too strong for fetters, too mighty for chains. 

Whose intrinsic harmony all tyrants disdains, 

Those inbred forces God gave mankind alone 

Have power to shake and crumble every throne; 

Immortal, chaste, brave, of fairest renown, 

Venerable their visage and noble their crown, 

Supreme, dependable, free, loyal, personal, 

No power can ever their forces entiirall. 

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LEADERSHIP 

I would live as a leader whom traditions bind not ; 
I would shake off the bonds of each damnable plot 
That men can devise or hell can complete 
In the chambers of intrigue or satan's high seat. 

From my limbs fall the chains as a pestilence down ; 
From my eyes fall the scales, as I behold a bright crown, 
With its jewels thru the clouds ever shining afar, 
The promise and gift to a conquering brow. 

I would live as a leader who fights his way on 
Thru the heat of each conflict in the earth up and down; 
That would leave deepest impress on history's page, 
To tell on world destiny to time's latest age. 

Yea, I would lead thru the science that makes you great men, 
And teach women the greatness excelling the men, 
And live on and on in the triumphs we make 
Till God in his judgment his millions shall wake. 

I saw this century begin with its first rising sun. 
I may see its last when its race is fully run. 
Rivers have flowed in their marvelous ways; 
A universe has made known all its infinite days. 

Appalling sometimes are the changes that come; 
Empires arise, flourish, decay, and go down. 
Back of the centuries is a venerable shade 
Raising his balances, his glittering blade, 

Pointing to the fragments of Athens and Rome, 
To towers all broken, to Babylon's dome. 
Those gardens once swinging now smote with decay ; 
Those walls so prodigious have crumbled away. 



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And the forces at work by day and by night, 
Have gained everything in the continuous fight. 
That old shadowy essence, I defy him today, 
And I'll give the world what he can't take away. 

The messages spoken, the lessons I teach, 
The opening hearts that my messages reach. 
Will carry them on in unspeakable worth. 
And mark the death dream of the tyrants of earth. 

Let my leadership grow as the ages roll by, 

In health and in youth that the ages defy, 

With a hand that is friendly to friends and to foes, 

Nor scrutiny intense any smallness disclose. 

But unending growth in the things we admire, 
Acceptance of things that the people desire, 
Like flowers that bloom in the garden of God, 
Where the smile of the sun and the dew of the sod 

In harmony blend thru the ages of time. 
In progress unceasing of doctrines sublime 
That against all the odds that can ever be brought 
Adjourns not its purpose till its lesson is taught. 



ALPHA— BETA— OMEGA 

Dr. Riley will never forget the crowded day he wrote this poem. He 
is always a busy man, but this day he was crowded and ru hed to such 
an extent as to have no time to eat dinner or hardly get a drink of 
water. 

Yet, in between times some way or other he took a lead pencil and 
wrote the thoughts that came to him. That night he taught classes from 
7 o'clock until 10, having treated patients from 7 in the ir.orning con- 
stantly until 7 in the evening. 

At 10 o'clock that night he went home, ate a nice dish of tomatoes, 
green pepper, cucumbers, and onions. Then spent two hours at his 
typewriter, retiring at 1 o'clock the next morning, never feeling better 
in his life. 



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Then up at 6, a good face wash, half an hour's exercise, a fair break- 
fast, and back to the office about 7 :30, and on for another day's work. 
Just a sample of Riley's rest and recreation : 



In the morning of life, when the earth was still young, 
And the trumpet of God by the angels was rung, 
When Paradise bloomed her nectar to the breezes above, 
And the rivers of life blossomed lilies of love — 

When the hand that made all flung the stars into space, 
To rejoice as they made their first annual race 
Round thrones, thru milky ways, flashing light as they sped, 
Endless paths, shining tracks, sheets of gold ever spread. 

It was then that suspense held all back as in awe. 
Suns and systems paused not, as an infinite law 
Urged them onward in the race that was only begun, 
Which, endless, by neither could ever be won. 

When human eyes first saw the light of the day, 
Enwrapping all the earth in a glory to stay ; 
When harmony thrilled into infinite space, 
And hope placed her jewels in every place — 

When down in the heart's deep recesses there shone 
Love's pride and her pity and her heroes enthrone, 
When came then the courage over ocean and stream. 
Which ill beauty's creation was the smile of a dream. 

It was then we could see truth and honor abide. 
The morning still golden, the race in its pride; 
Where the river of life runs on and still runs, 
And the universe receives light from unsetting suns. 

When the earth rolled on in its chaos and pride, 
Man still moving on with woman his bride. 
When day after day years and ages circled by. 
Making past history and future destiny — 






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When men learned to think and to reason as well, 
And mutual wants each other to tell ; 
When relationships grew as the Master had said, 
Old conceptions gave way to new, and were dead — 

It was then that we saw, as the curtains rolled back. 
The bright shining glory on the untrodden track 
That leads on thru unending ways that yet are untrod, 
But as sure and unfailing as the best gift of God. 

SOL L. LONG, D.C. 

Jovial face and splendid grip 
That holds your hand without a slip. 
And makes you feel you're both akin 
From foot clear up to mouth and chin. 

Such eyes and face, such head and hair. 
Such manly grace I do declare, 
Was never found so well together. 
The same in warm or winter weather. 

Such heart of love, of purest gold, 
If it were bare so we'd behold, 
I'm sure we'd find it throbbing strong 
To plant the truth and right the wrong. 

Such work, such efforts great and grand, 
From west to east all o'er the land. 
Such courage here the most sublime. 
Thy monument outlasting time. 

And should we all our flowers bring. 
And bind them with the longest string, 
I fear the ball of twine would be 
Too big to carry 'round with me. 

And now, my friend, your hand again, 
And all along the walks of men. 
We'll speak the word and sing the song 
That sounds the best to Sol L. Long. 



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TO BENEDICT LUST 

Of the men I have met and the men I would trust, 
There are none to excel Dr. Benedict Lust. 
His affable smile and the shake of his hand 
Make truest of friends, their respect to command. 
All the lore of the ages his greatest delight ; 
And for honor and truth he makes noble his fight. 
And I give all my hand and my heart in the trade 
To this noblest of men that God ever made. 

He presides at conventions, where his presence inspires 
Both the men and the women with truest desires 
To excel in the race where each one may run. 
And each may the richest of laurels have won. 
For Benedict Lust is a prince among men. 
Be he in city, highway, the forest, or glen; 
And when he but speaks the others must hear, 
And often applaud with loud ringing cheer. 

Dr. Benedict Lust is a man thru and thru, 
With conscience and soul for Gentile and Jew. 
His fame with his monument well may it rise, 
Emblazoned with emblems and reaching the skies. 
Not a limit we'd place to his growth on the earth, 
Nor name the amount we know he is worth. 
In science and letters his forces he leads. 
And for building, uplifting mankind ever pleads. 

Dr. Benedict Lust, as we pass thru the )^ears. 
In prosperity's courts or the valley of tears, 
I know I may count on your loyal true heart 
In the strong call to duty for more than your part. 
O that soul and that mind, noble, honest, sincere. 
And that courage and honor and smile that is dear. 
May our eft'orts e'er blend in the kingdom and fold 
Where both men and women are units of gold. 



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O that soul and that mind, noble, honest, sincere. 
And that courage and honor and smile that is dear. 
May our efforts e'er blend in the kingdom and fold 
Where both men and women are units of gold. 




Vast is the work and still vaster the mind 
To conceive and complete and then to refine 
The waves of bright thought that empearl in a name 
And place on a brow an invincible fame. 



BERNARR MACFADDEN 



That strongest of men and athlete so grand, 

Fairest of thousands, always in demand. 

Neither this world nor others may excel him today, 

Nor a name more worthy in their annals display. 

Like Eoderick Dhu with his voice loud and clear 

From the hill and the dale his clansmen could hear; 

Or Fitzjames that could seize the great boulder and cry, 

''This rock from its firm base as soon as I." 

So Macfadden came forth unregaled and unsung, 

And from the nations their plaudits has wrung, 

Macfadden has earnestly held his way on. 
Not seeking rewards nor helmet nor crown. 
His shield is unpierced and his cofters are full. 
No conflict has yet made his weapons grow dull. 
All things have turned as tho touched by Aladdin 
And Midas-like to gold in the hands of Macfadden. 
He has never gone back on a friend when in need, 
Nor made trusting ones doubt nor loving hearts bleed. 
He has courageously walked in the highways of life, 
And neither turned coward in peace nor in strife. 

And so thru it all Macfadden still goes. 
And mankind is the richer thru what he bestows. 
His books and his journals bear ever his name, 
And they ever give to him most legitimate fame. 
Let us give him our hand and pledge him our heart 
That in the good work we, too, will take part. 
Years and ages will become time of the past, 
False symptoms be swept away in tempestuous blast, 
While the fame of Macfadden forever shall roll 
Nor time from its splendor take smallest of toll. 



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And now to Macfadden a universe of deep thought 

Cannot measure in full the things he has taught 

Nor the steeps nor the storms nor unfathomable depths 

Break the onrunning current of unfailing events. 

Vast is the work and still vaster the mind 

To conceive and complete and then to refine 

The waves of bright thought that empearl in a name 

And place on a brow an invincible fame, 

That steady in glow and unshaken in form 

Embraces each truth and outrides every storm. 

THE GIRL I NEVER GOT 

The girl I never got! 

Do I love her still the same 
As in those early days of life 

We glorified the name? 
When laughter pealed and joy bells rang, 

Life's morning's rosy dawn, 
That brought to us the dearest things 

True hearts have ever known. 

Yes, yes, I know I love the same, 

Unchanged the fountain still, 
Although life's stream a river rolls 

Instead the rippling rill. 
I see again the fadeless view, 

The playground and the spot 
Where bloom the morning glories yet 

For the girl I never got. 

The judge who said *'it might have been" 

Knew not the deathless truth 
That permeates to every part 

The souls of trusting youth. 
If angels could ''roll the stone away," 

Or could only lift the shroud, 
They'd see the things all living 

We cannot speak aloud. 



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And hallowed with prophetic ken 
The gold of many a future kiss. 




In the christians armor dressed. 



As I sit within my parlor, 

With my angel wife at hand, 
So lovely, sweet and docile, 

So noble, true and grand. 
My thoughts like winged arrows, 

From memory's quiver shot. 
Fix themselves, with fond regret. 

On the girl I never got. 

I see her as in our childhood, 

We played upon the lawn, 
And sported mid the roses 

That kissed the morning sun. 
Less blushing than the kisses 

Girls and boys so shyly give 
When mammas are not watching 

Just how their children live. 

Decorated in the beauty 

Of those rustic childhood days, 
I see her as she waltzes 

And sings her roundelays. 
Or trips with ariest feet 

To swing below the lot. 
Where Vd meet my little sweetheart, 

The girl I never got. 

'Twas in the dusk of evening, 

We scarce were in our teens, 
Each enchanted by the other, 

Basking 'neath the starry sheens. 
Smiling lips bespoke her constant, 

Rounded arms each form entwined, 
Whisp'ring low, she spoke the word, 

And promised to be mine. 

O, how sweet memory takes me 
To the little seat we made, 



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Too small for older lovers, 
In the vineyard's leafy shade, 

Where we whiled the evenings gayly, 
On that most enchanted spot. 

The very place I won the hand 
Of the girl I never got. 

Sometimes I thought if heaven 

Were a better place than this 
'Twas because God's holy angels 

Would let nothing go amiss. 
And not like earthly pleasures. 

Wliich, lasting for a day, 
Then, with disappointment. 

In darkness fade away. 

But the flowers of love we planted. 

And watered with our tears. 
Nor time nor tide nor changes. 

Nor shifting scenes of years, 
Can ever ruthlessly destroy. 

Nor from storied memory blot 
The honest words and promise 

Of the girl I never got. 

With expectant adoration 

We behold our future bliss 
And hallowed with prophetic ken 

The gold of many a future kiss. 
When in the happiest of homes 

We each should love the other best. 
And sacredly should guard each trust 

Until we reached a perfect rest. 

And in the lovely radiance 
Which in her smiles was born 

I saw portrayed the glories 
Of love's eternal morn, 



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O, how sweet memory takes me 
To the little seat we made. 



For the handsomest of ladies, 
The girl I never got. 



So full of all that heaven gives 

To make a happy lot 
For the handsomest of ladies, 

The girl I never got. 

With gladness wreathing all her face, 

The longest days passed by. 
A restful laugh, a thrilling thrill, 

And a constant dreamful eye. 
Nor beauty's works, nor visions fair, 

Nor all that wealth can frame, 
Enshrine the fragrance and embrace 

That garlanded her name. 

Not storms that rage in fiercest gloom, 

Nor calm, serenest day 
Can still the memory that lives 

In charming, winsome ray 
For the faultless girlish woman 

Who loved and lost for what 
Our parents said it must not be 

For the girl I never got. 

I open the books of memory. 

And see the ones I've loved ; 
I see them stand out before me, 

Those friends that can't be moved. 
O, those labyrinths of glory, 

Those aisles of endless joy. 
Filled with all those golden gems 

That time cannot destroy. 

O, boundless love, O, mighty thought, 

From bosom rudely torn, 
Thy ermined soul and trellised form 

Made conquest in the morn 
That sowed its gold with lavish hand 

For the love that can't be bought, 



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Wondering still o'er fate's decree 
For the girl I never got. 

But, alas, for childish lovers, 

And, alas, for her and me; 
She smiles upon another, 

And another's bride is she. 
By wealth her home is royal, 

Her voice is lost to mine ; 
Dwelling in her jeweled mansion, 

May she rest in joys divine. 

And yet in calm reflection 

I know 'twas not her fault, 
But unseen circumstances 

That turned our lives apart; 
And no sadness have I felt. 

Nor my youthful friend forgot 
And only wish true happiness 

For the girl I never got. 

Yet these fond regrets annoy me, 

These shadows I have made. 
That girlish queen still haunts me 

With a love that cannot fade, 
Till I see so close beside me 

A form with glossy hair. 
And wreathy smiles enkindling 

On her face and resting there. 

Then my fancy re-enkindles 

At the shrine I now adore, 
As a magic mist arises 

From Hymen's purple shore. 
And the lovers' seat has vanished, 

I forget the swing and lot, 
To clasp in warm affection 

The girl I really got. 



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Are you mad or glad: 




And now from all the glorious past, 

Without regretful thought, 
I turn to live forever 
. With the girl I really got! 
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And now there shines around me, 

In light of lasting day, 
The smile surpassing angel's. 

The love that can't decay ; 
For I have found the true one, 

The heart of purest gold, 
The radiant, the rapturous. 

The heaven-appointed soul. 

What more could mortal here desire, 

To soothe a longing heart, 
A paradise of earthly bliss 

My undivided part. 
And now from all the glorious past, 

Without regretful thought, 
I turn to live forever 

With the girl I really got. 

And shall I have her ever here, 

Sweet angel of my life, 
Noblest of all women,^ 

My million-dollar wife? 
And shall we dwell forever here, 

In God's appointed way, 
To love and live and love again. 

Forever and a day? 

The answer comes : 'Till fate decrees. 

And summons come to go. 
And leave the things you love so well 

For what the gods bestow: 
'Till all your work on earth is done, 

And all ambition's won, 
And heaven asks the presence of 

The one that's all your own. 



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THE NATION'S CHIEF 

(Woodrow Wilson at second election.) 

Proud man today at helm of state, 
Our nation's love we consecrate, 
And pledge our every thought and aim, 
Our country's love and sacred name, 
Whate'er befall on sea and land, 
We'll ever meet our Chief's command. 
From out the silent depths there rise 
All-conquering ones v/ithout disguise; 
Millions stand where some may fall, 
Obedient to Columbia's call. 

His spirit true as Washington, 

Words that sound like Lincoln spoke, 

Courage rivaling Grant or Lee, 

Our Chief's man of destiny. 

He the nation's living epic, 

In times of war most patriotic. 

A hundred million souls cry out, 

And ask that armies right about. 

For valorous deeds as yet unheard, 

When Columbia's Chieftain speaks the word. 

The world has heard, the world shall know, 

How freedom may her gifts bestow. 

Armies on the land in motion, 

Mighty fleets upon the ocean. 

Protect our country and our trade, 

Maintain the rights that God has made. 

Dethrone the tyrant, break the chain, 

Nor let a single link remain. 

The Chieftain's word through Congress spoke ; 

Ten million men to arms awoke. 

There may be flood, there may be fire. 
As foreign foes may yet conspire; 



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NOBLEST OLD ROMAN OF THEM ALL 




With a queen for a pal, nay a queen for a wife, 
Adieu now forever to contention and strife. 



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But foreign foes may not despoil 
The homes we made by honest toil. 
Serried ranks to dangers go ; 
They dread no storm, they fear no foe. 
The war will bring them true renown, 
With every foe by them cast down. 
Our Chief's command to them shall be 
Columbia's prowess that makes men free. 

His words earth's despots shall appall, 

As trumpet sounds to arms shall call, 

And war in tragic glory spreads 

The Stars and Stripes the tyrant dreads. 

Multitudes in gathering strength 

Invincible shall go the length 

Of all the world oppressed desires, 

Unsheathing sword and kindling fires 

That burn and burn till altars bright 

Shall consecrate the glorious fight. 



TO ELIZABETH THE LOVELY 

To the one I love best, and the one I adore, 
May I love her just like in my heart I implore, 
When I think and I know what her life means to me. 
And our lives must be one in all that we be? 

In the days we live now, and future days, too. 
May our hearts and our minds forever be true; 
'And I know she is good, as no other I know, 
And on her my whole love I'd bestow. 

And I know as I pass down life's river deep and wide, 
With this loveliest queenliest one by my side, 
Inspiring me on for the greatest of work, 
il^know in such labors no duty I'll shirk. 



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With a queen for a pal, nay, a queen for a wife. 
Adieu now forever to contention and strife. 
But the building of castles, not of air, to be sure, 
But solid, on earth, where our love may endure, 

While cmpries may crumble, and thrones pass away. 
And nations and peoples are smit with decay, — 
E'en then shall we grow in the knowledge and grace 
Of the holiest love enwreathing only her face. 

Elizabeth sw^eet, how I love you, my dear, 
And adore you, I know every day of the year; 
And time, the old wizard, with his Midas-like mold, 
Will turn both our hearts to the purest of gold. 

And the Lizzie I love, her love needs not a proof, 
Whether abroad in great works or under our roof, 
All snug as a husband enjoying grandly his life, 
Enwrapped and entwined in the love of his wife. 

And now as I turn to my bed on the train, 
I know that I'll dream of Elizabeth Ann, 
The noblest of women I ever have met. 
My queen, my consort, deserving coronet. 

And in the morning I know when I wake from my rest, 
I'll be thinking of Lizzie and give her my best, 
And my life shall be hers, as hers shall be mine, 
Our loves intermixed and our destinies divine. 



G. PATTEN BROWN 

Could I but shake hands with the man in the moon, 
Or loll in the shade where " 'tis knee-deep in June," 
Could I but embrace Bobbie Burns, Shelly, or Keats, 
Or walk with them down thru the long golden streets. 



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Where God sits monarch o'er the love-feasted town, 

Vd want to go there with G. Patten Brown. 

If I could see Ed Poe, Lew Stevenson, or Jim Riley again, 

I'd want Dr. G. Patten Brown to join in the scene. 

Just a diamond rough and a heart of pure gold, 

A friendship that for money has never been sold. 

And so with the people on earth I have found, 

None can excel Dr. G. Patten Brown. 

His hand and his heart and his head all thrown in, 

Make an aggregate such as has never been seen. 

And I take off my hat and I wave it around 

In according due honor to G. Patten Brown. 

If I could select all the comrades I need. 

From earth's teeming millions the great throng to lead, 

To be with them ever thru calm and thru storm. 

Never shirking our duty, all labors perform, 

I'd expect as I walked thru the fame-garnered crowd. 

To find in their midst Dr. G. Patten Brown. 

If I could live always with the true and the great, 

(There are some I know in each country and state), 

If I could dwell here with men who dare and who do, 

Men who live honestly and always live true, 

The men and the women born for purpose in life. 

Whom destiny marks out thru all tumult and strife, 

To go unto mysteries that show what they are, 

Unfaihng on earth as in Heaven the star, 

I know with such spirits I could stand or sit down. 

And in their midst I'd find Dr. G. Patten Brown. 

If I could pass down thru all the mazes of life, 

Fellowshipping those freest from envy and strife. 

If I could travel the earth from the West to the East, 

Seeing all men from greatest to least. 

If I could look up from the earth to the sky. 

Watching the ascent of men when they die. 

And could I but see further around the great Throne, 

Where God doth acknowledge each one as his own, 



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And giving to each that is worthy an adorable crown, 
I'd expect to see one handed to G. Patten Brown. 
And thru vistas that are endless and corridors vast, 
Or around the great Throne where God sounds the blast, 
That awakes to the thought of an endless glad day, 
Where the righteous and brave and heroic hold sway. 
As the names are read out in glad whisper or sound, 
I know I'd hear the name of Dr. G. Patten Brown. 

And so as I live out the years I'd ever proclaim. 

In the dearest of memories G. Patten Brown's name. 

Like a Damon and Pythias or a Hiram Abiff, 

Or a Knight of Columbus or St. George on the cliff, 

He stands with the noblest of men here below, 

And on them the richest of gifts doth bestow. 

And if men merit here Fame's glittering crown, 

I'd place one in triumph on G. Patten Brown. 

A smile for his loved ones, face rugged with strength, 

For what he professes he'll go his full length. 

His work leads onward to noblest of ends. 

And he never goes back on his dearest of friends. 

And if I could today pick the ones to count on, 

In times of prosperity or where wealth is all gone, 

I'd be disappointed if I couldn't look round 

And see the glad face of Doctor G. Patten Brown. 



MISS MARGURITE TRUELOVE 

(I met this young lady one night during the time I was conducting a 
summer normal course at Gainesville. Texas. Afterwards saw her 
once at the University of Texas during a visit there. She was most 
charming in every way, and was one of the best readers. 1 rhymed her 
off in the first of these stanzas in a poetic entertainmert I gave the 
class I had taught with Professors Hughes and Brimberry. I have 
lost record of most of the young men and women I taught that sum- 
mer. It was a most pleasant summer, and some of the students have 
recently requested copies of the original poem, which was published at 
the time, but I have no complete copy at present.) 



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I heard her merry laugh at night; 

It made my gloomy nature bright. 

I saw the radiance of her smile, 

It did my thoughtless soul beguile. 

Ah! angels yet may bring to light 

The joy of that starry night 

Whei;! beauty, bursting from her soul, 

Did my captive mind control. 

May peace attend her sinless life, 

As maiden or as queenly wife, 

And for the love that could not last 

Give with hand that is steadfast 

A single touch; it would even 

Compensate the loss of Heaven. 

I felt the grandeur of her mind, 
It did my noblest nature bind 
In golden links I could not break, 
Nor from my memory ever shake. 
As still are passing days and years, 
My triumphs blending with my tears, 
Memory brings with all my friends 
The distant view enchantment lends, 
Transforming all our silvery rays 
Once more back to youthful days, 
Where eternities in memory live 
To conscience clear their treasures give, 
And regnant with delights and pains, 
Commanding powers and deathless fanes, 
This one of all so wondrous stands, 
A living queen her realms commands. 

THE MASSACHUSETTS DOCTORS 

This poem is a history of the persecution that Dr. Riley underwent 
in Massachusetts ten years ago, where the Medical Beard, assisted 
by the osteopaths and a few untrue Chiropractors, tried by every pos- 
sible means to convict and sentence the author to the severest punish- 
men possible under the law. 



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Yet, with all this combination of talent, money, and influence, Riley 
secured an acquittal and complete exoneration. 

He was never in jail and never required to give bond, being allowed 
to appear on his own recognizance. We well remember one old fellow 
named Dennis whom we brought from Oklahoma to teach anatomy and 
to work in the adjusting rooms. This old fellow, after working for 
us one year, receiving his wages, and borrowing money from us also, 
went in with the Medical Board on their persecutions, but his influ- 
ence meant too little, and we believe he received much less money for 
his betrayal than he expected; while Dr. Riley's -practice increased 
more rapidly after his trials than before. 

Another doctor we found selling bread on the street, worked and 
labored in our school for more than a year, and also joined hands 
with the Medical Board, being promised, we were told, some position 
on the board, if he would help them to drive Riley from the State, but 
his influence failed, and Riley enjoyed a remarkable practice for two 
years after his last trial, when he removed to Washington, believing the 
capital of the United States would be a better place to build his school 
than anywhere else in the country, where, indeed, he has enjoyed the 
distinction of building a great school and having the greatest practice, 
we believe, to be anywhere. Patients have come to him from every 
state in the Union and from foreign countries as well. The poem fol- 
lows just as it came to us during the days when the persecution 
occurred : 



Once when I lived in dear old Boston, 
Healed my patients, taught my classes, 
Watched and worked and labored onward, 
Successful there with men and masses ; 
While I worked so long the years thru, 
Developing sciences tried and true, 
There rose a cloud so dark it threatened 
To destroy the work I'd builded. 
Dark it rolled, and dark it lowered. 
Gigantic forms in it embowered. 
Lingering hatred to outpour. 
Only this and nothing more. 

Long I looked, long saw the cloud spread 
Its billowed darkness round my head. 
And mocking forms with fingers pointed 
At me, ghastly stood like spectres jointed, 






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Shaking bones that challenged battle 
''Gainst ambition's sterner mettle," 
Waving backward, downward ever 
Progress all, advancement sever. 
No new step could then be taken, 
No new thought with them awaken, 
But envenomed hatred to outpour, 
Only this and nothing more. 

Then stood I forth to ask the question: 

Why fight here on matters weighty 

With the welfare of the people? 

Put the truth on highest steeple, 

In freedom's light where all may see it; 

Let tongues proclaim and not decry it; 

Let songs be sung to celebrate it. 

Nor word nor hand to desecrate it. 

Let joyous praises consecrate it. 

And fairest tongues but fairly state it. 

Make its face with shield before, 

Only this and nothing more. 

But doctors were there to oppose me, 
Override me and destroy me ; 
Their clouded, shrouded forms surround me, 
And others ready to betray me. 
Medics then and Osteos prated 
Of the work they so rftuch hated. 
And the things from them pirated; 
Only death their conscience sated; 
Stood with threatening faces scowling. 
Spies suborned around me prowling. 
Watchful each day as before. 
Only this and nothing more. 

Then said I again with firmness, 
Changeless in conviction's splendor. 
Radiant truth my spirit filling, 






Of all good systems I am defender. 
Come let us reason then together. 
Remove all objects that may hinder, 
That good like stars may shine forever, 
Reflecting beauty as in a mirror; 
Suffering ones help on the better, 
Following truth quite to the letter, 
Saving life now as before, 
Only this and nothing more. 

But doctors could not see the justice 
Irregular one should have the practice, 
Tho results proved everything of value, 
Following from his works and labor. 
And so from every nook and corner 
Came the hue and cry the louder, 
Down with this irregular doctor. 
Scorn to give him recognition, 
Crush his influence and his power 
Nor give him peace a single hour, 
Nor let him law nor love improre, 
But drive him to Plutonian shore. 

All distance now obliterated, 
We face each other in the battle, 
Faith, hope, and love now offer service, 
Nor gilded chains around us rattle. 
This city vast with many towers, 
Monuments and institutions, 
Gardens, lakes, and many bowers, 
Invites a verdict for its people ; 
With no cloud the skies adorning, 
Honest verdict we implore. 
Only this and nothing more. 

Then the battle raged with fury. 
Witnessed by the judge and jury; 
Wind swept flames from hardy lawyers. 



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Plot and twist from, little jawyers. 

Shall storm shut out the sun of heaven? 

False accusation have no leaven? 

Shall night birds scream their deadly horror 

For a bad today and a worse tomorrow? 

Shall words a holy court belie, 

And all the ends of truth defy? 

And conscience vainly right implore, 

Only this and nothing more? 

Of arguments was nothing wanting, 

Like demons round some old house haunting. 

Laws bent far from ways intended; 

Statutes then were broken, never mended. 

Things yet unheard in mockery told, 

And multiplied ten thousand fold, 

'Till darkness almost blushed for shame, 

And justice seemed to lose her name. 

Scowling horrors triumphant seemed. 

As shuddering vengeance sat and dreamed; 

Nor heUish form.s their vaunts forbore. 

Only this and nothing more. 

But throned justice was not dead; 
Heart of gold and unmoved head. 
Her form was rising undismayed ; 
Her mighty spirit there displayed 
An amplitude and breadth of mind 
To break the shackles and unwind 
From man that cloak of black despair 
And place on brow a lovely star 
That should shine and shine for aye. 
Immortal glow that cannot die ; 
Eloquent in deathless lore. 
Quoth the Spirit, "Evermore." 

And Liberty freely spoke the thought 
Above all price that can't be bought! 



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So startling to the hearts of those 
Who would the holiest things oppose. 
She struck the blow and rent the chain 
That persecutors held in vain; 
And spread her sheet of gold above 
The earth once more embathed in love; 
And tore the mask from vain deceit, 
And trampled it beneath her feet. 
Her plea they could not then ignore; 
It closed the verdict evermore. 

Then came the vindication true, 
Froni Callahan of truest blue ; 
Fair to justice, fair to all. 
His words to jury did recall 
Defendant then was in the law, 
His conduct there without a flaw. 
The sick ones treated he made well. 
As under oath in court they tell. 
They speak his name both far and near, 
Till multiudes have sought him here. 
With him I find no wrong deplore, 
Quoth the judge and nothing more. 

And jury next of honest men 
Deliberate a while, and then 
File back with leader, man by man, 
Their verdict in the foreman's hand. 
Amid the applause of silence then 
Was read the words of jurymen, 
Each on justice ever bent, 
"We find defendant innocent." 
"So say you all?" the judge replied. 
And each the verdict did abide. 
Judge and jury said no more; 
The case was closed forevermore. 



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Washington, the Beautiful. 

my Washington, fair ! O Columbia's crown ! 

I would sp^ak of thv fame, thj' immortal renown! 
In the eyes oi the world no city so grand. 

As the eyes of the v. orld search creation around, 
Where Washington's pride and her chivalry, too, 

In life and in deatji know the red, white, and blue. 

1 would set forth thy beauty in its strength and its lov; 
Scarce less than the beauty of heaven above. 

Thy monuments, mausoleums, and houses of state 
Show greatness such as we can never relate. 

I would speak of thy grandeur, thy places of note, 
And would speak ca en better if I only could vote. 

O miy Washington, dear, I love you the more 
Than all mystic strains and all ancient lore 

Of empires gone like old Greece and old Rome, 

Because you are ndne, our own home, sweet home. 

Present history of the world now we would make. 
And in war or in peace the terms would dictate. 

The shades of all our mighty men are passing by, 
Enwrapped as in giur\ that never can die, 

Th^ir shades reach n onv.ment and loftiest dome, 
Memorial so grand where each and every stone, 

Strong hewn, fits strong as if to say, "mote it be." 

And each man and woman now asks "the vote for me. 

Congressmen great, we all know well your stand. 
But 'tis hard to loose tradition's dull hand. 

The time has come now for all to bid adieu 
To these older things and then to renew 

.^.cquaintance with men and w^omen now at hand, 
And calmly pay heed to what they demand. 

Now listen again, put your ear to the ground! 

The voice of the people gives definite sound. 
Clear as cathedral bell from heaven it rings, 

A message to Congress unmistakably brings; 
To this message pray give heed and take note, 

For the people will keep up this fight 'til they vote. 

Joe Shelby Riley. 



GEORGE ANSTON 

Inspiring soul from Grecian Isles, 

To learning born where nature smiles, 

On mighty deeds of heroes plain, 

Who in matchless strength would e'er disdain, 

That which would dishonor bring. 

On country's name or leave a sting 

To names of those who fought and died 

That holy things be defied. 

To you we give our hand tonight, 
And ask a fair return of light, 
And as our hand we give to you. 
We know we clasp a hand that's true. 
The Grecian hand, so honest, strong. 
Was never known to do a wrong; 
It holds its friend, it strikes its foe 
A withering, invincible blow. 

He came from that land we love so well — 
In freedom's name forever dwell — 
Where Solon rests, Lycurgus sleeps, 
And courage still rests, Lycurgus sleeps, 
Where Pericles lives in links of truth 
And Homer sings eternal youth. 
Where Plato, Zeno, Socrates weave 
Holiest doctrines mortals breathe. 

Leonidas still has mortal sway, 

Marathon, Salamis, pass not away, 

Thermopylae teaching how heroes die 

To live and live eternally; 

Where Athens yet her domes of gold 

Stand wrapped in all their massive mold 

Breathing all her classic lore 

To brighten earth's most distant shore. 

From these he came to Columbia's land. 



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Joining here our normal band. 

We gladly give him a welcome here 

And his own land we most revere. 

And when Stars and Stripes are forth unfurled 

To wave triumphant o'er the world 

May fair Greece her own banner wave, 

Upheld by the sons of the true and the brave, 

Mid the glory of nations send forth its bright beam 

Mid the glory of empires forever to gleam 

Till the land that gave freedom to the most ancient time 

Shall help free the world of the infamous slime 

Of tyranny; lay every despot low, 

Freedom's rich gifts on all to bestow; 

For love, freedom, honor, to do and to die. 

And stand with Columbia forever and aye. 



THE STEPPING STONES TO LIFE 

(Oration to Class, December 21, 1920.) 

A baby lay in its mother's arms. 

As babies often do; 
And it looked into her loving eyes. 

And it read a message true. 
That the mother's thoughts and prayers, 

And the mother's soul's desire 
Would lead to heaven and everywhere 

That the mother's thoughts could go. 
And the lines of beauty beyond control 

Of the baby's visions so bright 
Went onward thru shadow and thru strife, — 

The golden stepping stones of life. 

And a child played round its mother's knees, 

As children often do. 
And it saw a world so beautiful, 

Like stars in the sky so blue, 



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Ambition's towers already stood 

As temples beyond the sea; 
And the mother's gifts to her child assured 

Success and honor and constancy. 
And far thru the dark to the fadeless light 

And pastures of youth and hope ; 
He saw the clearing landscape glow 

And the hills of heaven slope. 
And far beyond were the struggles to come, 

And he knew he would conquer them all. 
Memory back, ambition ahead, zeniths above. 

Horizons around a destiny fairer than day; 
And the depths of his vision awakened his soul. 

His stepping stones of life were brighter than gold. 

A boy took note of his father's walk, 

As boys so often do, 
And he saw immeasurable destinies 

Pointing him onward thru 
To the lands that were cradling the empires 

So vast the edges were all he could see, 
But mirrored above in the azure of clouds 

Were the castles his eyes could distinguish afar, 
With colonades thronged with the rarest of ones. 

And on with the best ones that ever have lived 
And the noblest of deeds that were ever achieved, 

The boy grew on in his strength and his pride 
Excelling companions that grew by his side 
And each one excelled and each one outdone 

Was a stepping stone clear as the great rising run. 

A youth passed on the glory of love, 

As youths so often do, 
Determined that come whatever may come, 

He would go on to manhood and prime; — 
No mountain so high that he could not climb. 

Nor battle he could not win, 
And time be but the battlefield 



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Where victories should be won 
That should carry hiin on thru all events and all scenes, 

Thru life and thru death with all that it means, 
And all that he did was with the fairest of name, 

And his life's stepping stone gave the noblest of fame. 

And a young man stood in the glory of strength. 

As young men often do. 
And faith was measured in his soul, 

The reward of efforts true. 
And the kisses of virtue adorned his brow, 

And knowledge her treasures bestowed, 
And life \vith all that it meant lay before, 

With its mantles, its streams, and its winds ; 
Its fragrancies, fruits, and its prizes so grand 

That the sight gave him hopes for all time. 
And ever the dream merged the real in life, 

And to him it all meant overcome 
And surmount everything in the way, 

Just stepping stones on thru the day. 

And vast were the empires and thrones that he saw. 

Tremendous the forms he must fight ; 
But the thrones must all crumble, and the empires subdued 

Must be bound to his empires of thought. 
To his faith he must add virtue. 

And to virtue add knowledge, 
And the highest conception be taught. 

And storms may not hinder, nor phantoms affright, 
An thru them all he determined to ever grow strong, 

And no one thru him should suffer a wrong. 
And mighty the thought and mighty the deed 

That the shapes of his destiny bore, 
And the canopied skies in their amber and gold 

With their chariots of light which eternities mold. 
Awakened the thoughts that thrilled him for aye, 

As the unknown became known as night becomes day; 
These were the stepping stones that made his life great, 

And omnipotence only can measure his state. 



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y\nd it was no dream, but the real he saw, 

And he chose the bright path that was shown him to walk, 
And he smiled as he vanquished all things in the way. 

Idols fell crashing in the path that he trod, 
And fame rose royally as a gift from his God, 

While tyranny trembled and fled in dismay. 
As rising runs marked out the coming of day. 

Steep hills he passed over, deep valleys passed thru, 
Ghastly forms stood round and pointed his doom, 

But powers inaccessible, indestructible, strong. 
Gave sound to march on, all heroes among. 

And the infinite dome, with its solitudes vast. 
Majestic, vanishing points in distance shine on. 

Each a stepping stone bright as the jewels of God, 
Infinite still as the flow of God's love. 

Overcoming all things to inherit above. 
For dreams are but visions v/e see in our sleep. 

As we often are seeing the reverse that exists; 
But the crown that endures is not won in a night, 

The fame that most lasts and is ever most bright, 
Comes with struggle, and is born in its time. 

And a thousand dark obstacles, imperials of sin, 
Cannot thwart or turn down such a crown as this is 

From the one who has won it. 
The fiats of scorn nor the phantoms of death 

That come with the morn and go as the breath. 
Nor agonies cold not whispering doubts. 

Nor boundless areas where demons may shout, 
Nor terrors that crush common hearts to the ground. 

Nor pestilence shaking its rattle of sounds. 
Be other than stepping stones on the goal 

Where rest truest hearts both the young and the old. 

And a class faced its teachers just twelve months ago, 

As classes so often do. 
And rivalry sat on the brow of each one, 

And a voice then announced Well done! Well done! 
Truth the goal sought, all honor the day. 



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Time for work has arrived, has vanished all play. 
At the shrines of true labor all reward ever lies, 

And students saw this with the clearest of eyes. 
Each entered the contest to win fairest crown. 

And there was Phil Martin ever leading them on. 
And his friendly old smile, and his friendly handshake 

Assured the class they had made no mistake. 
And days passing on; weeks, month, and a year, 

Amid days that were cloudy and days that were clear, 
Phil Martin has stood in all things for the best. 

And I know in the future Phil will meet every test. 

And the ones that he lead in this dearest of time 

Gathered maxims of truth that were truly sublime. 
At night how contented those labored class hours. 

Each adorned, as it were, with sweet buds and with 
flowers. 
A Cooney, a Caldwell, and a John William Bonbrest, 

Determined and anxious, like all of the rest; 
Quiet at first, but later in motion, 

Like the land all at peace while storms shake the ocean. 
And the journeys they made by day and by night. 

Winning each battle with the truest of might; 
While from their souls the inspiration that springs. 

First gave inharmony where now harmony clings ; 
And to them I would give my hand and my heart ; 

And 'tis hard from such friends now ever to part. 

And I would touch Corydon Carr and Donald L. Cane, 

Aeolian Eudwig and Royal Wake Greene, 
And a Pearl to the Southward and an Easter May Showers, 

All smiling out from the rosiest bowers 
That surround human face and adorn human powers, 

Such souls and such hearts, we are glad they are ours. 
Admiring we see as they enter the race ; 

With the best of the class they keep steady pace. 
Pillared fire as by night, and a cloud as by day. 

Piloted safely each step of the untiring way, 






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And gave them at last a cup of pure gold, 

A heritage never on earth to be sold. 
These were their stepping stones abiding as life, 

Nor darkened by troubles nor poisoned by strife. 
But forests of good, universes of growth, 

Shading over, shining on them, as loath 
In parting as from those we highest esteem, 

As children our own to us it would seem 
Are scarcely more dear than the class we behold 

With lamps trimmed and burning and hearts never cold. 

And Fannie Blauvet and Mrs. Nattie Matthias, 

The litLle and big who ever stand by us; 
/\nd Gceler and Geeler, we pass them not by, 

Nor Grossell and Grossell, however we try; 
And Eleanor Stevenson and Ethel Grace Wood, 

We would not forget them if even we could. 
And the smiles that are theirs, and glances so full 

Of the knowledge they give lirst thrill and then lull 
Into consciousness now of the coming success 

That marks the true efforts that all things may bless. 
And their happiest smiles and their brightest of dreams 

Give voice to their thoughts where rare knowledge streams 
In its tranquil enfoldments, and its radiant star 

Shedding its light still at home and afar. 

And Dodek, Dawson, Carter, Louise DeWolfe, 

Ready ones ever with bright sparks of truth. 
Darby, Hurley, Herring, and Hoffman so true, 

And bright Eaura Ingle, we love you, you know, 
x^nd a tall man and leader, Frank Henry Gauss, 

Guiding the others, el presidente class. 
And delights of the progress they every one made 

That cast all the others clear into the shade. 
And the shouts that they raised, the exams that they passed, 

Where each every other one clearly outclassed. 
Bore all their best fruit most easy to reach, 

W'hether an orange, a lemon, or peach. 






And as I turn from you now, I half feel a sigh, 

As I long to gaze deeper into your friendliest eye ; 
But I turn as I say it and think of the day 

When each in an office far, far away, 
Shall reap the reward of his labor and time, 

Excelling each thought I have told him in rhyme. 
May then each one think of the man who has taught, 

The old school days that were eternally fraught 
With the things that make the physician and man, 

God's noblest work and mun's noblest plan. 

And Leah Leapley, Monte Pollak, and Henry Young, 

Frank Zamecnic, Albert Taylor among. 
Lizzie llamsay, Paul Patrick, and Ed Hartley Shreve, 

So modest that you'd scarce believe. 
And Sarah Ann Charlton and Ola G. King, 

Such messages strong that they ever could bring. 
And Albert Taylor and Edward R. Youngs, you see. 

With Goodrich and Garlock, Bossie, Borjes. 
In gladness these met most endearing of sights 

In hours unto them that gave sweetest delights. 
And they adjusted the necks and cracked the backbones 

With precision that gave no uncertain tones. 
And to them I would say, Go on to success; 

Your profession most honor, the human race bless. 
And with memories fresh from the days that have been, 

Reluctantly say I do these women and men, 
Farewell ! Yet we will meet in this Hf e, and dwell 

In harmony all our hearts love well. 

Mary Oliphant, Effie McDonald, and Elsie Fearnow, 

McMillan, Grimes, Steele, Miller, Challow, 
Philosophers true as the word has implied, 

I know the great science is ever your pride. 
Mighty its growth from obscure but mighty birth, 

And mighty its tenets to spread o'er the earth. 
And may it o'er the land ever sweetly repose. 

And against all contentions its doors ever close. 



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x^nd to you that go out I would say in a group, 

Stand for honor always, and scorn ever to stoop 
For that which is mean or debasing in kind. 

Be a king or a prince or a queen of your kind. 
Your knowledge to see what the world may most need, 

And saving mankind your immaculate creed. 
And if by chance you meet with some frowns and some 
sneers. 

Turn them all back with the enthusiast's cheers. 
And I know when are opened the book of our life. 

You shall be marked as the victors in strife. 
And the crown that awaits shall be placed on your brow. 

And the "Well done, my servant" on you to bestow! 

And with all this class stands one not their own. 

With stepping stones bright as can ever be shown. 
In the great halls of congress his voice has been heard, 

And men's minds to action his orations have stirred, 
in councils of state where action is sought, 

And truest manhood can never be bought. 
This statesman so young not yet in his prime, 

In deeds unexcelled and nobly sublime, 
The force of his mind has the nations impelled 

To honor Columbia, and nothing withheld 
That would place us the highest and make up the best, 

Above all the others, excelling the rest. 
To this distinguished young man sitting here today. 

Your presence honors us most, your words we obey, 
I know we'll remember you as long as we live. 

Your best days to America we predict that you'll give.* 

And now, my class to you my farewell word, 

For too much speaking we are not heard ; 
But ere I cease this talk tonight, 

A parting word I'd bring to light. 
1 know not where our paths may lead, 

But for your welfare I would ever plead. 
From head to foot be gentlemen every inch of you; 

♦This stanza refers to Hon. Clyde Kelley, of Pennsylvania, who 
delivered an oration to the graduathig class. 

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From hand to heart be ladies most kind and ever true. 
Nor whelming floods nor leven skies 

Shake off the powers, the immortal destinies 
That cling and shine as in an eternal morn, 

Springing fresh where destinies are born. 
Clear down time's corridors I see you go. 

Sunrises mark your days amid the shine and amid the 
snow. 
May I greet you again in life's vaster stream, 

Where the smiles that we love may forever redeem 
Every doubt that has hindered, every word spoke amiss. 

And heal rupture with the holiest kiss. 

May loyalty mark every step that you take, 

And in you every higher impulse awake. 
Loyalty now to yourself and your school; 

In the hands of designing men scorn to be tool 
With enemies 'gainst friends play not the vile part, 

As the tool will pierce home and pierce to the heart. 
But onward and upward, your banner unfurled 

Remain where you place it and wave o'er the world. 
Facing the enemy, ready, charge, give blow for blow ; 

And fall if you must with your feet to the foe. 
But the warrior falls not whose quarrel is just. 

In powers that be and truth let him trust 
And the glory that circles where victory lies 

Shall be his as surely as stars light the skies. 



A GOOD WORLD 

The world is looking ever good, 

And a good God must have made it 

For all the worlds that roll in space 
We'd never, never trade it. 

It is our home, and a good one, too; 
We live and never doubt it ; 



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We'd prove the others all good, too, 
If we could only go about it. 

But we are here upon this rolling earth. 

And I guess we'll stay upon it; 
In all our walks and turns of life, 

We could hardly do without it. 
Whate'er may be our walk in life, 

I pray that we may fill it 
Exactly as our Master here 

In our behalf would will it. 

Let us think of all its good parts now, 

As we travel all around it; 
If there's anything that may excel. 

We never yet have found it. 
The halt and lame, the blind and deaf, 

Let's make them happy ever, 
And send them on rejoicing now, 

Forever and forever. 

As the good world rolls, let's move along, 

See beauty all around us; 
And those who've watched us day and night 

At duty here have found us, 
Good old world, we'd take your hand 

If we could find you had one, 
And shake and shake and shake again, 

And make each heart a glad one. 

Good old world, dear old world. 

We'll always live upon you; 
If we had to go, we'd hardly know 

Which way we'd go without you; 
Roll on, roll on, nor ever cease. 

We'll work and play upon you; 
God is good, His word is true, 

He's said that we should own you. 



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A VISION GLORIFIED 

Eternal truth, to heart so dear, 
Bring thy deathless tenets near. 
Shine o'er earth like diamond bright, 
Irradiate thy own pure light. 
We know no hand can strike the blow 
To paralyze thy heart; no foe 
So strong thou canst not overthrow, 
And in the conflict stronger grow. 
Shine on ! We see in vision clear 
Thy battlements and turrets rear 
xA^bove a city so fair to see, 
Its lights are heaven's poetry. 

Beautiful, divine and fair, 
Sovereign, steadfast, richly rare. 
Enduring, hopeful, calm, serene, 
Dominating, boundless; no mean 
Or trivial thing soe'er can mar 
Thy matchless splendors, nor debar 
Thy people from thy ceaseless glow, 
Irradiant, pulseful, thou dost bestow 
On busy millions o'er the earth. 
Whelming all in glad new birth ; 
Human ^rights sustained meanwhile. 
Mankind enwreathed as in a smile. 

Thou city fair on hill so high 

Thou cans't the tempest's shock defy, 

Empower, energize, and bring 

A fairer civilization, without the sting 

Of persecution, in pageantry supreme, 

Of love and loyalty thy rich esteem 

Bestow on our increasing, growing band, 

Of Chiropractors throuout the land. 

No State so small it cannot boast 

A number from this toiling host. 






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Horizons bright beyond them lend 
The rainbow arch with golden end. 

Thru struggles vast they all have come, 
Sometimes the dungeon cell their home; 
But struggling on to reach the goal 
Of fairest worth, on honor's roll 
Their names inscribed shall find the place 
Undimmed, untarnished, radiant in grace 
As smiling countenance. Matchless growth 
Has marked their way, and nothing loath 
To meet ck>sest scrutiny every way, 
Stand uncrowned in light of day ; 
Puissant they in conscious strength, 
Transforming nations, significant 
Of all that's worthy to behold. 
From grossest dross to purest gold. 

See Palmer, Gregory, and Sol L. Long 

Sounding forth the glad new song. 

And Collins and Murphy and J. J. Sharp, 

With axe to grind and golden harp 

To sound the praises far and near 

Of the science to their heart so dear. 

And Bradford, Reynolds, Harriman, Bell, 

Speaking words we love so well. 

McNamara, Housted, Randall, Rowe. 

Martin, Violette, Vose, and Stowe, 

For Chiropractic e'en their lives they stake, 

Nor earthly forces their courage shake. 

Sullivan, Williams, and Davison, 
LeCoultre, Pierce, and Worthington, 
And Jackman, Helgin, Moore, and Gunn, 
And Hoy, and Smith and Nelson and Dunn, 
And Rhodes and Hovey, Miller and Sharky, 
Munhall, Johnson, Luella Starky, 
All radiant as the sunny beam 



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Reflected from life's endless stream, 
Bright halos, fairest rainbow hues, 
Formed from Eden's softest dews; 
Inspiring all with grandest thought. 
Where truest hands have nobly wrought. 
Runge, Hodgson, Corbett, Dowd, 
Crosby, Haggard, Heath, and Stroud, 
Ramsey, Sulwood, Lynch, and Grant, 
Clymer, Foster, Church, and Brandt. 
Crawford, Curtis, Williams, Brown, 
In largest vision and renown 
Along the spinal column bare. 
They place their hands just anywhere; 
According to their rising sign. 
They straighten out the crooked spine; 
They banish far the loathesome thing. 
And messages of health they bring. 

And further on the line we see 
Muirhead, Moore, West, McGhee, 
Holgrill, Billingham, and Wood, 
Jordan, Yates, and Dux and Hood, 
Owens, Mocher, Ash, and Creese, 
Langworthy, Richmond, Meyer, Geese, 
Stuart, Arnold, Hix, and Dye, 
Aldritch, Seeley, Mudge, and Frye, 
Bruzelius, Michel, Ostberg, Rose, 
Carson, Sherry, Buzzard, Glauss, 
Buttler, Henry, Slater, Bolt, 
Kinz and Norris, Haf ner. Holt, 
To the science give the vital spark. 
Bring lightest things from out the dark. 
Enthrone the tenets and unfurl 
The flag triumphant o'er the world. 

Just down the line a little way 
Are others that may see the day 
Break o'er the unsuspecting crowd 



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And breast the storm above the cloud : 
Purer than the Alpine snows, 
Where brighest vision ever grows. 
There stand and work Carreiro bold, 
Marsden, Atwood, Coultrup, Gold, 
Dunlap, Gary, Lawrence, Lee. 
Wentworth, Brunner, Smallfield, Dee, 
Miles and Otto, Ordway, Reed, 
Ulrich, Bailey, Drobney, Stead, 
Standing firm in proud estate. 
In grandest phalanx, up to date. 

'Tis everywhere a new creation, 
Speaking forth its own oration. 
There follow now with H. E. Dennett 
Robbins, Dow, Meyer-Oakes, and Bennett, 
Lofland, Hamlin, Pearce, and Hill, 
Massey, Bearden, Nuckols, Still, 
McAndrews, Messenger, and High, 
Bruen, Morrison, and Bligh, 
Ayers, Reno, Carlin, Vogt, 
Amberry, Harvey, Hancock, Mott, 
To all good deeds and works allied, 
To soothe the aching backs their pride 
All worthless things to overthrow. 
Let noble things forever grow. 

And Keller, Reidl, Dover, Hay, 
Wilcoxen, Spitler, Dauch, and May, 
Macfie, Beers, Willis, and Sched, 
Loban, Ward, DeArmond, Stead, 
Spearbeck, Butler, Wright, and Gay, 
Wyatt, Woodford, Snape, and Jay, 
Yoder, Seymour, Davis, Little, Holm, 
Hoag, Leonard, Glasgow, Thom, 
Pinnacled amid the storms 
That sweep the earth, their forms 
Rise high in clearest, grandest light, 






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Champions for all that's right ; 
Names that cannot know decay, 
Lasting as eternal day. 



Restless, rolling far along, 
Are members still of mighty throng, 
Surging in the living mass. 
Representing every class. 
Beaulieu, Gerber, and Peterson, 
Egan, Nucklee, and Wellington, 
Adams, Beck, and Bard, and Blad, 
Rowley, Riggs, Churchill, and Ladd, 
Martin, Vawter, Gorby, Tait, 
Vreeland, Diggs, and Crane, and Hait, 
Child, and Rogers, Hawk, and Dost. 
Little, Shaver, Berge, and Yost, 
Bearing banner bright as day, 
Asking country for fair play; 
All constant as the blazing sun, 
They know the battle will be won ; 
Human rights have come to stay; 
March on, and truth shall show the way. 

Conquering armies onward flow, 
Trampling systems as they go. 
Raising banners all unfurled. 
To wave triumphant o'er the world. 
Woodford, Vossler, Wyatt, Gray, 
Butler, Rumrill, Rose, and May, 
Morgan, Mitchell, Sargent, Beers, 
Hewett, Raymond, Munhall, Spears, 
Emery, Gaffney, Humphrey, Plant, 
Miles, and Knight, Freeze, and Brant, 
Flinging thoughts with forceful mind. 
Cheering, helping all mankind; 
Propagating doctrines white 
And noble, free from any spite, 






splendid as the morning rays, 
Deathless as immortal days. 

We look again, and, lo, they fall 
Into line and, marching, call 
For volunteers, who, rising all around, 
The mighty battle cry so sound, 
That ringing forth, knows no retreat. 
And scorns to even think defeat. 
Dunham, Amerige, Racine, Hanks. 
Greene, and Perrin, Sargent, Banks, 
Patchen, Walton, Radley, Shea, 
Conley, Burton, Ochs, Mcrea, 
Russell, Smith, Hancock, Cleve, 
Forstot, Prescot, Hales, and Reeve, 
Joining us from medic ranks, 
Altho their comrades call them cranks. 
No phalanx fair or army great 
In fairest land could e'er create 
Men of more heroic worth, 
Or nobler or more patrician birth. 
Than these sun crowned kingly ones. 
Sublime in hardihood of fathers' sons. 



And rousing cheers we hear again. 
From lusty cheerful living men, 
As youth and age commingling blend 
In conquest, fame, that never end. 
As joining still from medic fold 
Are men with hearts as pure as gold; 
With comprehensive souls and mind, 
In fiery crucible refined, 
Jones and Bradford, Tomlin, Shaller, 
Woodford, Moore, Beers, and Aller, 
And Rosenthol, and Murray, Lust, 
Davis, Mitchell, Morgan, Youst, 
Salisbury, Henden, Vore, and Feige, 



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Franklin, Braymon, Lyle, and Teague, 
Ellsworth, Rutherford, Gould, and Herr, 
Fischer, Flower, Seeley, Burr, 
Forbes and Billing, Cooper, Goss, 
Flaver, Abrams, Macomer, Ross. 

With dignity their place they fill, 
And rise to heights more worthy still. 
Impregnable as soHd rock. 
Defiant of the tempest's shock, 
Venerable, youthful, full of grace, 
All things manly leave their trace. 
Stamping freedom's name so fair, 
Numbered with the mighty here. 
Osteopaths, Naturopaths, not a few 
Have joined the ranks of truest blue. 
The listing wind both strongly blow, 
A newer birth on them bestow, 
As distant isles and nations bend 
Rejoicing when such forces blend; 

And ears shall hear and eyes behold 
The glittering diadems of gold 
For brows that have on earth attained 
The greatest heights rewards have gained. 
Murray, Evans, Wyatt, and Hill, 
Doutt and Seeley, Dowd and Grill, 
Monday, Pruitt, Moody, Moran, 
Baldwin, Herkimer, Peters, Pan, 
Esker, Bowden, Robison, Blake, 
Kaltwasser, Runyon, Rowley, Flake, 
Anderson,' George, Gumming, and Orr, 
Banyan, Sturgiss, Morgan, and Carr, 
Finley, Eddie, Munhall, and Mol, 
Bielsicis, Mason, Benton, McFall, 
Are just a few from out the fold, 
Our newer science to behold. 



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With welcome hand we bid them come; 
With loyal heart we make them room ; 
And melody from fairest dawn 
Around their labors here is drawn. 
And justice, truth, and lofy fame 
Shall cluster round each honored name; 
And language that we cannot write 
Shall story of their work indite. 
Nor yet our pen we lay aside 
While so many worthy ones abide 
From every quarter, every state, 

They come in numbers growing great. 
In strength untold and massive mold, 
The history of their deeds untold. 
Vigeant, Swenson, Booth, and Gross, 
Glover, Bacon, Helfich, Moss, 
Vandergrif, Fitzgerald, Amos, Webb, 
Zeller, Gamble, Zinbon, Debb, 
Boughner, Ellinwood, Spies, and Mace, 
Blanchard, Bullis, Luring, Case. 
Cooley, Calvert, Penrose, Paine, 
Harper, Culver, Hampyo, Train, 
Vandervoort, Cunningham, and Kent, 
Kenney, Ulrich, Mader, Tuck, and Dent, 
Burns and Yocum, Hawk, McCall, 
Carver, Smallfield, Elliott, Nolle, 
Debenport, Boyd, Hoban, Lange, 
Hydahl, Goodman, Monday, Pang, 
Cadier, Condon, Reed, and Blain, 
Culmer, Wheeler, Wilkes, McLain, 
Their truest Worth we can't portray 
In this our too prosaic way; 
But springs of life shall ever flow 
From labors sweet, and swiftly go 
To gladden earth with knowledge true. 
To brighten hearts, and minds imbue 



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With lasting knowledge, beauty, love. 
Immortal as the lights above. 

And still we cannot turn away 
And end the vision of the day. 
Chiropractors still they pass. 
Old man, youth, and pretty lass 
Fuller, Mace, and Whitney, Clark, 
Nicia, Freeze, Smedley, Mark, 
Carder, Jobe, Buchanan, Black, 
Aubrey, Tyrel, Alberts, Mack, 
La Grange, Humphey, Marx and Shine, 
Wilhelm, Schultz, and Widman, Stine. 
Summerbell, Margerem, Scott and Graff, 
Rushwood, Otto, Fenter, Schaff, 
Ingalls, Moyer, Kilbourne, Glauss, 
Crandall, Mortenson, Scovell, Moss, 
Tracey, Omstead, Kinney, Dodd, 
Hoyt and Minty, Emerson, Todd, 
Loucks and Cherry, Horner, Cate, 
Vaden, Hudspeth, Fassett, Tate, 
McGarvey, Tupper, Taber, Gann, 
Bender, Hampton, Owen, Goodman, 
As lovely ones of heart and hand. 
And growing souls so true and grand. 

Glad hearts rejoice at sight of you. 
And weep when they must bid adieu, 
Lingering where your smiles are born, 
Like flowers in the early morn. 
Your eyes they ever look at right. 
Your hands they work with honest might; 
For spinal columns are your choice. 
You make the crippled backs rejoice. 
At your touch they feel a thrill 
Of power from your earnest will. 
May truth, like sparkling gems and flowers, 
Make for you love's endless bowers. 
May dreams of life's romantic truth 



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Keep bright auroras of your youth, 
Till souls shall anchor in the bay 
And harbor of an endless day. 
And still the tide it will not turn 
And let our very conscience burn, 
While others, fair as light of day. 
Stand around in bright array. 
Each a prince, an uncrowned king. 
Whose soul and mind shall ever ring 
Responsive to the higher spheres 
That mark the progress of the years. 
Or queenly ones, the women fair. 
Warriors true, with attainments rare, 
Incomprehensibly grand and great. 
Ameliorating every state. 
And making every country good 
And blessed with truer womanhood. 

The sweetest thing we see the while 
Is just the sweetest woman's smile. 
And men and women all so grand 
Insure a better freer land. 
Deninger, Pichol, BuUis, Love, 
Shoemaker, Bowers, Crusius, Dove, 
Mols and Irwin and Plotnekofif, 
Holzer, Reisdorf, Dallman, Hoflf, 
Booker, Inhe, Garbisch, Ash, 
Huber, Boga, Duey, and Nash, 
Bondy, Steinf ast, Pretchtel, Beck, 
Halbert, Bracher, Kunkle, Peck, 
Dover, Leland, Jewett, Crook, 
Clauser, Erickson, Mulden, Shook, 
Hief and Glasgow, Foss, McVey, 
Gracey, Morse, Brunner, Fay, 
Copeland, Wingate, Margerem, Spear, 
Liddell, B journey, Hoxey, Greer, 
Houpt and Easton, Newcomer, Lake, 
Lowther, Jenkins, Boyd, and Blake, 



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Donovan, Garstick, Yocum, Kidd, 
Hartzell, Kelso, Whitis, Tidd, 
Dimond, Nebstedt, Kucero, and Koy, 
Spitler, Drobney, Sonder, and Foy, 
Dougherty, Gilmore, Vreeland, Crane, 
Lindholm, Brancher, Hanlin, Payne, 
Greenwald, Skinner, Pillion, Wayne, 
Moscher, Marcey, Abbott, Adair, 
Zueltke, Binte, Pollard, McNair, 
Ellis, Hagenback, Asay, and Dodd, 
Hallet, Bryan, Crabtree, Todd, 
Hilburn, Lockwood, Mason, Dart, 
Littrel, Bybe, Blosser, Hart, 
Charleyville, Graham, Robinson, Chan, 
Madison, Radlidge, Booth, McShan, 
Home and Wallace, Bliss and Dale, 
Plambeck, Petty, McDuffie, Vale, 
And on and on in endless line. 
They pass in order most divine. 
What strength is hidden in the move. 
The present century sure to prove. 
As revolutions sweep the earth, 
Our science has its newer birth. 
As thrones are crumbling into dust. 
Where sword and sceptre silent rust, 
Our work defies the tempest's shock. 
Like visioned tower or mighty rock 
That lifts its awful form to say, 
My truth you cannot take away ; 
The earth my home, the heavens mine, 
It shall smile and they shall shine, 
And no one here shall break the spell, 
My growth the coming ages tell ! 

And once again along the line 
A wreath of honor we would twine, 
On other brows we place a crown, 
To mark their worth and true renown. 



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Pratt and Nichols, Mercer, Rice, 
Burke and Damon, Witherell, Price, 
Bodwell, Purinton, Sherman, Gall, 
Herwig, Hildebrand, and Ball, 
Devlin, Travis, King, and Lord, 
Willis, Everett, Lamreaux, Ford, 
Cline and Card and Bunn and Shaw, 
Howard, McKay, Marshall, Law, 
And Dass and Osherm, Hood and Fox, 
Hardy, Raine, and Simpson, Cox, 
Knowlton, Button, Waggoner, Healy, 
Ottaway, Roach, Phillips, Neeley, 
Williamson, Richmond, Waugh, and Red, 
Bryand, Putnam, Knight, and Umstead, 
Albert, Fraser, McLaughlin, Wright, 
DeCarlo, Beecher, Jansheski, Bright, 
Standing in the light of day. 
While oldest empires pass away. 

Imperial thoughts their minds imbue, 
Imperishable because they're true; 
Standing for truth we know so well. 
Their true worth eternity shall tell. 

March on; the hosts are coming still; 
They fill the valley, crown the hill. 
In whelming numbers, backward never, 
But on and on and on forever. 
Bacon, Hilton, Carder, Booner. 
Doblis, Lowry, Hackney, Spooner, 
Beardsley, Greenlee, Rosseter, Tovey, 
Krudup, Ledsworth, Caspery, Covey, 
Bolton, Moline, Ramsmith, Powers, 
And another M. D. like Alfred Flowers, 
Erickson, Rothrock, Olds, and Moos, 
Vermillion, Gillespie, Compton, Luce, 
Van Antwerp, Nooding, Norton, Guy, 
Mothersill, Brutus, Dudney, Frye, 



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Zwicker, Piper, Vivian, Weaver, 
Fewell, Efford, Klimec, Beaver, 
Sanders, Brownell, Whelan, Boove, 
Houstman, Sowden, Staman, Cove, 
Bridwell, Beaver, Nordell, Lake, 
Edmondson, McBride, and Blake, 
Gabriel, Caily, Darling, Hutts, 
Stebbins, Fitssimmons, Eld, and Butts, 
Mclntyre, Anient, Newitt, Bloom, 
Sellers, Gamble, Pennington, Toomb, 
Applegate, Abernathy, Egan, Goss, 
Doughty, Crippen, Streb, and Ross, 
Stucker, Levi, Teem, and Giles, 
McCall, Bartholomew, Nida, Niles, 
Brower, Cooley, Titus, Cannon, 
Finseth, Petty, Hodak, Lannon, 
Peebles, Flanigan, Thornlee, Roane, 
Summerbell, Eberhardt, Duval, Krohne,- 

Bright gleams the banner that they bear, 

Its rich enfoldments everywhere 

Betoken wealth increasing ever 

Like mighty onward rolling river. 

And time, dread arbiter of fate, 

Cannot destroy nor yet create, 

That which above his sceptre lives, 

Undying as the life it gives. 

The little rock of mountain birth 

Is rolling on to fill the earth. 

As multitudes assembling cheer 

In swelling tones that, ringing clear, 

Imperial truths annunciate 
To waiting ones in every state. 
Ten thousand others, more or less, 
This rolling world do surely bless, 
All worthy of the strongest word 
That human ear has ever heard. 



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Pass our humble word along; 

Let each appropriate the song, 

Watch with reverent thought and eye, 

The things that stand eternally. 

Dreams of prejudice must pass, 

And errors dark of every class 

Live only as phantorns of the past, 

In commanding light they could not last. 

In majesty eternal truth 

Shall give the world immortal youth, 

And victory in pride shall crown 

The greatest science ever known. 

All eyes are turned, the banners rise. 
Starry emblems to the skies; 
Intrinsic strength they are unfurled 
To wave triumphant o'er the world. 
The mountains evermore shall stand. 
The seasons ever bless the land; 
Thrones may crumble, empires fall. 
And desolation, war, appall; 
But truth endures ; her salient form 
Arises far above the storm. 
And in the calm of endless day 
Sweeps all doubt and fear away. 

And Chiropractic Science grand, 

Spreading fast in every land, 

Cradling empires newly born 

In consecrated light of morn 

Of fairest day. She must extend 

Her tenets unto mighty end. 

Till nations breathe perpetual trust, 

And all opposing thrones are dust: 

Endowering all with countless wealth, 

And giving all perpetual health. 



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Adieu not yet; the plastic hand 
Almighty shall her rights demand 
Irrepressible as rolling sun, 
The battle here has just begun. 
It may be silent; not a word 
From marching cohorts ever heard, 
Mightiest forces silent are, 
As gravitation, star to star ; 
Yet overwhelming shall it be. 
Creating its own eternity, 
O'er continents and islandry. 
As waters cover all the sea. 



TO B. J. PALMER 

Fill your father's place; 

Excel him if you can; 
But remember D. D. Palmer 

Was every inch a man. 

His shoes were large in size. 
And they were hard to fill; 

His heart was full of love. 
His soul was larger still. 

If you never are his equal, 

It will never be disgrace; 
For since you have his name, 

You must surely fill his place. 

Our hand for B. J. Palmer, 
Chiropractic's Fountain Head, 

Where thousands there have trod, 
And thousands more shall tread. 

Our hat is off, our mind is clear. 
For the science that's come to stay ; 

In the world five thousand Chiros, 
And only one B. J. 



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TO NEW GRADUATES 



Go forth, ye doctors, one and all, 
And on your patients make your call ; 
The world is waiting for the band 
To stamp its impress on the land. 

Supreme importance is your work. 
And no good man will ever shirk 
The duties that he's called to do, 
And this is meant for you, and you ! 

And here's a hand for every one, 
Whose work is nobly done ; 
And here's a heart for every one ; 
True soul, shine on! shine on! 

The soul's desire we plead today. 
The soul's unfoldment we portray; 
Dishonest methods always scorn; 
Newborn soul, shine on! shine on! 

Let living men rejoice with you 
Because your word is always true ; 
Let sad and doubtful days begone; 
And noblest truths shine on! shine on! 

Let courage guide up every stream. 
The work of day surpass the dream; 
The riches of the world your own. 
And achievements rare shine on ! shine on ! 

I speak for you a future bright, 
As day surpasses darkest night; 
As stars may circle paths their own, 
O friends of mine, shine on! shine on! 






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COMMENCEMENT SONG 

Composed and sung by Mrs. Lora Beatrice Riley, June 28, 1913 
Commencement. Tune, Little Irish Girl.) 



As I went out one morning 
For a walk in Boston town, 

I met a Chiropractor, 
A man of great renown. 

Says I, "I hear your method is 
Adjusting of the spine." 

Says he, "Come in and see me, 
Office hours are after nine." 



Says I, "I hear diseases 
Of any chronic kind 

Are readily disposed of. 
And I'd be rid of mine." 



Says the wise Chiropractor, 
"We treat for every kind, 

With a thrust upon the back, sir, 
Where the nerves are all in line." 

Says he, "For general headaches 
The first cervical is the spot, 

Where the wise Chiropractor 
Will adjust you on the dot. 

And if through disease your back, sir, 
Shows signs of jumps and curves, 

The class of June 28, sir, 

Can cure you through your nerves." 



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DORA B. LANTRIP. 

Diamonds sparkle in her eyes, 
Brilliancy that never dies ; 
Thoughts that play amid her smile 
Tell to me her modest style, 
And make me love v^ith cloudless joy 
Her simple merit without alloy. 

Roses blossom on her face, 

Their beauty mingling with her grace ; 

Words that come from tongue and lip 

Sparkle as they make their trip 

In your soul and 'round your heart, 

Urging on to manly part. 

Music thrills throughout her form, 
Cheerful smiles in calm or storm ; 
In every act, in every deed, 
She pushes on, she takes the lead ; 
Her friends on earth proclaim renown 
She'll trust God for the other crown. 




O'ershadowed with all grace. 



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THE BURNING BUSH 

The dream of night is often sweet, 

But makes us glad at morning; 
The dream of day is sweeter still, 

And all of life adorning. 
The dream of night is often sad, 

Then makes us glad at waking ; 
The dream of day is sadder still. 

Unless we love its making. 
So all along the line of life, 

We see our idols shattered. 
Iconoclastic batteringrams 

The fragments all have scattered. 

Systems old and venerable shapes, 

Significant of power, 
Crumbling, pass away each year, 

Epitaphed each hour. 
Personalities once thought great, 

Entombed and hid forever; 
Their very landmarks are all gone. 

Time marked them for his quiver. 
Doctrines, too, are now transformed. 

The fittest must survive; 
New and living epochs form 

That have eternal life. 

And so from out the present mass 

Of things so swiftly changing 
We see the forms of beauty rise 

Enterraced firm and lasting. 
And armies guarding consciously 

In strength that knows no end 
Tenets of the newer faith 

Where eternal verities blend 
Hopes as white as snowy thoughts. 

Mighty as omnific hand 
That wields its universal power 

In every clime and land. 



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Mid all the orders of the world, 

And systems false and true. 
A burning bush in visioned form 

Has stood in plainest view, 
That consuming brighter all the time, 

Its light of deeper hue. 
Has sent its sparks to every state, 

Inconsumable, everlasting, true. 
Perpetuated in the fight 

That thought to bring it death, 
And growing in the fiercest winds 

That give it lusty breath. 

D. D. Palmer, Moses of the day, 

In vision first to see the bush 
That wondrous burning ever burned 

Inextinguishable as morning blush 
That comes from heaven's sun. 

And centuries of human might 
Can ne'er supplant the truths 

Revealed by uncorisumed light, 
Nor floods and rain o'erwhelm 

The bush in reign of darkest night 
The spirit that gave it power to shine 

Sustains it in the right. 

From out the burning bush there came 

The spirit of all truth. 
Assuring all attainment here 

Of everlasting youth. 
Go forth like Moses, then, of old. 

My people show the way, 
And spread the tidings o'er the world, 

In radiant light of day. 
I am your shield and buckler, too, 

Befall you shall no harm; 
For I am ever with you here. 

Your strength is in my arm. 



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So forth the hero forward went 

To battle and renown, 
And who shall say he has not won 

The most enduring crown? 
Genius? Strength? Faith? Reliance 

On power far above removed 
The scope of things below 

Intrinsically they have proved 
An origin in deity worked, 

And living above all fears, 
The bush still brightly shining 

As rays from yonder spheres. 

The bush that shone on that great life 

Now shines upon his tomb, 
Traditions that confronted him 

Lie crushed in utter gloom. 
Then let us pause before the fane 

Of one we reverence so, 
And realize the mighty force 

With which he dealt the blow. 
Shall thus we see the bush again, 

And read in deathless flame. 
The tahsmanic words of life. 

In D. D. Palmer's name. 

TO MOTHER STOVER 

(An aged lady paralyzed and helpless many months, who became 
strong and vigorous through our Chiropractic Adjustments.) 

That dear and gentle good old mother. 
Once so helpless, how we love her! 
How glad to see her strong again. 
Among the walks of living men! 

Her laughter, words, and cheery smile, 
Brighten every life the while; 
Her wisdom and her trust bestow 
Heritage white as untrodden snow. 



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Her soul, the purest ever given, 
To dwell on earth and five in heaven ; 
Must leave its impress like the flowers, 
To beautify all human bowers. 

Live on, thou dear and tender one. 
Till all thy work on earth is done, 
And storms are past, and in the morn 
Of resurrection live at home. 

HERBERT E. DENNETT, D.D.S., D.C. 

(Distinguished dentist 80 years of age, pronounced hopelessly and 
incurably ill unto death by the most eminent specialists. Made entirely 
well by the author's Chiropractic adjustments, and says he is now 
younger in some way^ than ever before in his life.) 

There never lived more loyal man, 

We never shook a truer hand. 
His shapely head and arching brow 
A world of intellect bestow. 
Symmetrical and stately frame 
Are rich endowments to his name; 
And all of life's meandering streams 
Are fittest emblems of his dreams. 

A sincere friend we now behold. 
Whose silvery words are turning gold; 
Whose classic pen can spread the ink 
That makes the scholars sit and think. 
Intelligence and manly strength 
Are attributes of breadth and length 
Of soul and body, heart and mind, 
By greatest research here refined. 

In sickness once we found him where 
He could not speak a word of cheer, 
For all who knew him said he'd die. 
Nor longer mortal laws defy. 



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But reverently before him now we pause, 
Well from obeying nature's laws, 
And blush of health spreads o'er his face. 
Depicting there most manly grace. 

Younger than ever in life before. 

He loves the science evermore 

That came when life was dark and drear 

Bringing to him health and cheer. 

So vigorous now he is and young 

He stands athletic, strong, among 

His fellows, loving, breathing life, 

So free from ailments and from strife. 

Work on, our friend, for many years, 
God's nobleman; your joys and tears 
Comingling, express the distant end 
Emancipated from sorrow, to blend 
In honest smile and hope and joy 
Designing men cannot destroy; 
A glimpse at yonder heavens fair 
Shows conqueror's crown awaiting there. 



LAURELS AND LOVELOCKS 

Riley was really happy and joyous during the few months he studied 
Chiropractic in Okla];ioma City in the old school founded by Doctors 
Palmer and Gregory. 

There were just sixteen I think who went thru this class and gradu- 
ated, and I always thought we were a pretty good set of boys and girls, 
and I know that once in a while now I feel wonderfully delighted when 
I hear either directly or indirectly from any of the little gang who 
helped to make Chiropractic history in those early days of the science. 

Down in Wheeler Park one afternoon we held the graduation exer- 
cises, and had a banquet down there. Other members of the class read 
class history, prophecy, etc., and Riley, who had been elected as poet 
of the class, read the poem we here print again. 

We have no particularly good reason for placing it here except that 
we have the greatest love for the men and women who labored with us 
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impressions that came into mind as we pursued our studies together. 
In his future developments and travels Riley may visit all these dear 
souls who are still in the land of the living. Until then may the mes- 
sage of these verses carry again his love and his affection to them 

I love you all; you know I do; 

I know that every heart was true 
If I could meet again with you, 

I now would say, Your heart is true. 

LAURELS AND LOVELOCKS 

Class Poem — read at Commencement Exercises of the Palmer-Gregory 
Chiropractic College. 

May God Jehovah tune my lyre, 
And fill it with immortal fire ; 
To sing today a noble theme, 
Irradiate a day-time dream. 
A city fair, with true renown. 
With palace grand and gilded crown, 
Stands forth majestic to behold. 
More wondrous than Aladdin's gold; 
And loamy country 'round repeats 
The story of the city's streets — 
Scented country, garden gay, 
Like Eden fair of early day. 
And people here in grandeur pass, 
Of every name and every class — 
The lawyer, merchant, teacher good, 
Childhood, father, motherhood. 
Harmonious blend in fairest field, 
With helmet bright and glittering shield, 
Of truth and honor, strength and pride. 
Where love and hope and truth abide, 
And bankers, lawyers, doctors, too, 
In mighty phalanx come to view. 
But higher still amid the throng, 
A new starred flag is borne along 



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By willing hands in matchless might, 

Entering in the glorious fight; 

And steady now, not fast, not slow. 

Determined Chiropractors go; 

While M. D.'s, Osteos, Hydros all 

Like Rhoderick Dhu their clansmen call 

To battle grim and earnest fight, 

As if it were their soul's delight. 

Like Pickett's charge at Gettysburg. 

"The Cannon duel of the world," 

Where Northern gunners seemed to say, 

"We're waiting for you, Men in Gray !" 

The older schools of heaHng say, 

"Short and sad shall be your day — 

We'll crush you in your infancy. 

You'll never know your potency." 

But Chiros turn like Fitzjames true, 

To face the gallant Rhoderick Dhu — 

"Come one, come all, this rock shall fly. 

From its firm base as soon as I !" 

A varied crowd; strong men, women fair 

xA.s ever breathed God's balmy air, 

Darkest curls shade this one's head. 

While from that all hair has fled. 

Some show cheeks with kisses decked, 

And some show brows where hens have pecked. 

But soon this Chiropractor throng, 

With easy steps will move along 

To college hall where day and night, 

Beneath the Chandelier's light. 

Doctors Gregory and Gorby show the road, 

Lay down the Chiropractor's code 

So plain who runs may read, 

Who read may surely know indeed, 

The causes first of all disease. 

And how all pain to quickly ease. 

Without the use of drug or knife — 

The surest way to save the life — 



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Whose fame rolls on like mighty river, 
On and on and on forever. 
And pupils all my pencil feel, 
Of eagle's quill or tempered steel, 
And one by one I pass them by 
To better hand and brighter sky; 
To glide along life's varied stream, 
Enhaloed in the brightest dream. 
A, B, C, D, E, F, and on to Z, 
Tells the order the song must be. 

O. L. Brown 

Short time ago our Doctor Brown 
Was merchant in fair Enid town; 
And if you needed boot or shoe, 
Or necktie white, black, or blue, 
Or Stetson hat or all wool cap 
Or nice fur muff or lady's wrap. 
Or any goods in usual line, 
For daily wear or Sunday fine, 
You stopped to see, and trade or not, 
You found him "Johnny on the Spot" 
But now his office sign appears. 
That makes the soberest eyes shed tears. 
Diseases handled by the legion. 
Adjustments made in K. P. region. 
Cerebro spinal meningitis. 
Ague, hemorrhoids, coUitis, 
Gonorrhoea, aphasia, gleet, 
Black heads, brick dust and cold feet 
And a thousand others, more or less, 
He uses to allay distress. 

Mary M. Cadier 

Maid of Athens ! Fairy hand ! 
Rosy dimpled cheeks so grand ! 



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Wavy hair and eyes so true, 
They shame the sky's romantic hue. 
With you I love to sing the praise 
Of unforgotten college days. 

Maid of Athens ! in your face 

Is pictured every living grace 

That makes your life so grandly fair, 

And shows the wisdom dwelling there. 

The outer mark of inner fire, 

Imprint the soul's desire. 

And when I try to say farewell. 
The parting message to you tell, 
Something draws me nearer still. 
The power of your matchless will — 
Till heart and mind the words deny. 
And will not let me say good-bye! 

Maid of Athens ! Be thy way 
Along the brightest paths of day ! 
The flowers strew, the pains relieve. 
Lives of suffering ones retrieve — 
A life sweet-scented as the roses. 
Where every grandest thing reposes! 

W. B. Condon 

A man to climb the loftiest height, 

Receive the purest source of light. 

He builds proud structures, expending gold 

On mansions wondrous to behold. 

Superb in architecture, massive form, 

Defying mighty wind and storm. 

But a new field before him spreads 

On hallowed ground his foot now treads. 

Investigation leads him out. 

To heal the sick and cure the gout ; 



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The nerve release, the system tone, 
Adjust C. P. and local zone; 
To vindicate and show a name 
Ambition crowns with lasting fame. 

J. Alfred Coultrup 

Oh, Coultrup ! We love your dreamy face, 

Shapely form and manly grace. 

Artist fair and painter, you 

Can draw your pictures strong and true. 

Tall and handsome, manly, fair, 

Attainments all so full and rare. 

Oh, handsome, winsome, bachelor boy, 
A thing of beauty, forever a joy, 
Turn your boat to yon bright coast, 
Where lover's smacks have oft been tossed 
Let your mouth with laughter twist. 
Burned by her whose lips you've kissed, 
And clasp her as you would a pearl. 
For you the adjustment of the world. 

O. Arthur Culmer 

O, see the full round, smiling face 
Of the smallest one in all the race ! 
Yet, his the true foundation stone, 
From Atlas down to sacrum bone. 
He makes adjustments to the right, 
Because in them he takes delight; 
And then he makes them to the left. 
With touch so tender, hand so deft. 
That smile is ever neath his modest face, 
Where confidence has left its trace. 
In search he goes to find a mate, 
His deepest love to her relate. 
While streams of gladness o'er him roll, 
And fill like a cotton boll. 



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G. Earl Elliott 

A man but in life's early morn, 

Whose brow the workman's mark hath borne 

Unsullied honor through the day, 

Marks the progress of his way, 

His buildings on the solid rock, 

Defying tempest's strongest shock. 

Like mighty peak that lifts its form 

Above the region of the storm, 

To rub his hands along the line 

Of any subluxated spine. 

To pick and trace the tender nerve 

Along the most meandering curve; 

And there with quick and sudden push, 

The offending vertebrae to crush 

Into its normal place you know, 

Will make the severest pain to go. 

Dr. A. A. Gregory 

W^ith sturdy form and brow sedate, 
He came to us from the Lone Star State. 
That empire grand of golden dreams, 
Whose unmatched strength a giant seems. 
Where heroes fought nor fought in vain 

Man's rights and freedom to sustain ; 
Where Houston freedom's armies led, 
While despots trembled at his tread; 
Where Austin's, Rusk's and Bowie's men, 
With Travis, P'annin, Crockett's fame. 
Blend on spotless Honor's roll, 
Exhaustless more than mine of gold — 
By whose might the oppressor's chain. 
With giant stroke was rent in twain; 
And tyrants from their thrones were hurled, 
And freedom given to the world. 
Successful as practitioner, he, 



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Both as surgeon and as M. D., 
His talents show by far the best 
In fields where ready hands adjust, 
Relieving every ache and pain, 
Where other methods are tried in vain 
And founding schools to teach the art, 
The fullest knowledge to impart 
To young and old who ardent meet, 
And sit for lectures at his feet. 
With welcome hand we ineet him here, 
And join to give him hearty cheer. 
May numbers from his school out go. 
The Chiropractic seed to sow; 
Till State and Nation both demand 
The highest methods at their hand; 
Turn to them, and with them rest. 
Because from them they get the best. 

Dr. Wilbur R. Gorby 

If history's pages were unrolled, 
And noble deeds of men were told, 
If hearts could show within the breast 
What each and every one possessed; 
If mirrors but reflected true, 
And brought the real self to view — 
Whose would show a brighter name. 
Or speak a more enduring fame? 
Strong of mind and strong of soul. 
His thoughts in honor ever roll 
In strong and thrilling constancy. 
Moulding mind immortal more. 
Than ancient sages strongest lore. 
Successful teacher in the State, 
Successful, too, in real estate. 
Where ever honest and ever frank, 
And word as good as any bank. 
He showed the bargains here in town, 



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And in the country all around. 

And now in Chiropractic field, 

His labors great abundance yield. 

Determined courage marks his course, 

Draw from Heaven's unfailing source. 

Rectitude of mind and power, 

Exemplifies his work each hour. 

With blessings from his many friends, 

The anchorage that steady lends 

Its aid to those noble deeds, 

In course sublime that ever leads 

Through earthly friendships and through love 

To glory world and courts above. 

Mrs. Latolia Goodman 

Oh, lady fair of heart and hand, 

And lovely soul so true and grand. 

Glad hearts rejoice at sight of you, 

And weep when they must bid adieu. 

Lingering where your smiles are born, 

Like flowers in the early morn. 

Your eyes they ever look at right, 

Your hands they work with honest might, 

For spinal columns are your choice, 

You make the crippled backs rejoice. 

At your touch they feel a thrill 

Of power from your earnest will. 

May truth like sparkling gems and flowers, 

Make for you love's endless bowers. 

May dreams of life's romantic truth. 

Keep bright auroras of your youth, 

Till soul shall anchor in the bay 

And harbor of an endless day. 

B. L. Gold 

He has an intelligent nose, 
That sits with dignified repose 



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On classical featured face, 

Wherein lives deepest trace 

Of meditative thought. 

His hands have deftly wrought, 

Adjustments often made, 

That laid the others in the shade. 

To work attention he has given. 

To achieve the highest he has striven. 

His has been a storied beauty, 

And love to him has been a duty. 

As up life's steep and rugged way, 

Toiling upward day by day. 

He's reached at last the topmost- round, 

The acme of ambition found. 

The science that shall truth empearl 

And wave its banner o'er the world. 

J. N. Lamar 

"Down Mississippi's lonely vale 
He floated on a cotton bale. 
With his old banjo for a sail, 
To Rose of Alabama." 
He came from a land of sunny days, 
Of memory sweet of ancient lays. 
His face sedate and even solemn. 
His hands hold fast a spinal column ; 
And he can show by minute detail. 
How adjustments proper cannot fail, 
Relief to give to impinged nerve, 
Or normal make a spinal curve, 
Contractured muscles quick relax, 
Eyes and nose made free from wax: 
While all the minor adjustments go. 
From fever down to lumbago. 
Welcome to our Chiro band. 
Stay and teach and be at home. 
Never from our midst to roam. 



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William Mondy 

Christian Preacher, Gospel true, 
Both to Gentile and to Jew, 
A man much loved, of earnest prayer, 
Face of earnest thought and care, 
And now that tells of blameless fame 
Gathering ever round his name. 
A minister by early choice, 
His the glory to rejoice, 
When sinful men obey the truth. 
And show the highest mark of worth. 
Orator and ready man, 
In speaking well, he leads the van. 
But now adjustments by the legion, 
Wait in every painful region. 
Fever, hemorrhoids, and rash, 
Within his hands to pieces crash. 
Eyes and mouth and ears and nose, 
Wasted limbs and scented toes, 
Alike may feel his magic touch. 
And get relief they need so much. 

S. P. Reed 

A blind man who came, tuition free, and did well. 

Dear Friend, to speak my thoughts in rhymes 
Of most cherished college times. 
Brings memories that ne'er can fade 
Till earthly things have all decayed. 

Your face was ever our delight. 
Your words were ever true and bright. 
Your hand could give the friendly shake> 
Your wisdom did our courage wake. 

How well I'd love to sing thy praise 
Along life's restless busy days, 



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And turn the leaves of memory o'er 
And feast upon the things of yore. 

So take my hand, the words come slow — 
Where'er our varying footsteps go, 
May we, like Louis Stevenson, take 
"These rhymes for old acquaintance sake." 

J. S. Riley 

I look within, but cannot say 
A word about myself today. 

If you see aught that's good and true, 
I'll let you advertise it, too. 

For you I'll ever speak the word, 
The best for you I've ever heard. 

If I've done aught that's made you glad, 
Robbed you of what has made you sad, 

I only ask your hand in mine. 

In friendship, love, and truth divine. 

This pays me back and squares the debt, 
You may wear the coronet, 

But please give me for every day 
A friendship that has come to stay 



B. F. Sherman 

With stately step our Sherman see! 
Proud as John or William T. 
Shadowed visions and dreams gone by, 
Make the sparkle of his eye; 



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JOHN BECKER 

Men have come and men have gone, 

Thru all of our span of Ufe, 
Adding to our years much good, 

And sometimes bringing strife. 
These men (and women, too) have come, 

Today, may be tomorrow, 
Love and peace and joy they bring. 

With just a httle sorrow. 

With those whose hand is always free. 

Whose heart is always open, 
John Becker stands the peer of all, 

The truth he's always spoken. 
Most valiant he in truest cause, 

Always to be depended. 
And when the hght for freedom comes, 

The right he has defended. 

x\ssociate, friend, and brother true — 

Shall changes, time, or tide 
Bring aught but good to each of us ! 

Shall anything divide 
That warmest friendship, man to man. 

Or sully the noble work 
W^hich, gaining year by 3^ear, 

True men can never shirk. 

No ; down the centuries that mark 

The progress that's divine, 
John Becker, with the ones that grow. 

Shall every Avreath entwine. 
Nor fear to stand for human rights. 

In doubt shall never hide. 
But manly, courageous, brave. 

This Avork shall be his pride. 

And multitudes his skill shall find 

Distinction true and most sublime, 
Immortal cause and chastening power, 

He another man of the hour. 
Memory's spirit lives through years, 

\A^ithout its doubts, without its fears. 
His fame and knowledge are his own. 

In ages never overthrown. 




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And golden thoughts amid his smile 

Seem to tell his fate the while. 

His hfe is sparkling on its way, 

With glowing thoughts so strongly fine, 

Enclustering destiny divine. 

Turn novv' from artist's lovely field, 

To wliere your labors better yield, 

And where you do the greater good, 

Help greater man and womanhood. 

T. F. Starkey 

A merchant in other days, 
Amid the finest of displays. 
A well selected stock of goods, 
From finest suits to downy hoods. 
Trunks, valises, parasols, 
Boots and shoes and overalls. 
Ladies' goods of every kind, 
To suit the most fastidious mind. 
Who stepped within his open door. 
And viewed the bargains of his store, 
Would come back to trade again 
Knowing bargains when they are seen. 
But far from these his soul has flown ; 
A newer sign has upward gone. 
And now according to his sign. 
He straightens out the crooked spine. 

Luella Starkey 

Born to teach and born to rule, 
Her glory once was teaching school; 
To show young ideas how to shoot. 
From A, B, C, to hard cube root. 
But when she found a nobler part, 
She entered in with hand and heart. 



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A child was born and in the east 
She saw his rising star to cast 
Its steady beams on suffering men 
And still small voice above the din 
And rush of business called to life 
This most charming duteous wife. 

Her face, it wears the loveliest smile, 

Free from any mark or guile. 

Her brow shows reason on the throne, 

Directing hands that are her own 

Along the spinal column bare, 

No ankylosis can stay there. 

Serene and lovely all the time, 
Her life, just coming to its prime, 
Is like the flowing, sunny river, 
Brighter, larger, growing ever. 
Reflecting steady, thoughtful gleam, 
Like visions of a living dream. 

May cloudless skies above her glow, 
Sinless, spotless as the snow; 
Radiant as the sunny beam, 
Reflected from life's endless stream. 
Bright halos, fairest rainbow hues. 
Formed from Eden's softest dews. 

A. E. Smith 

Medicine man and patent things. 
Brushes, combs and finger rings; 
Sarsaparilla for nerves and brains, 
Panaceas for aches and pains ; 
Remedies to make fresh blood, 
And make the stomach hold its food. 
Medicine morning, noon, and night; 
Did you ever see so mixed a sight? 



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But now he has turned from all his sin, 

The Holy place to enter in. 

Sorry for what once was done, 

And says he did it just for fun. 

So turn, my boy, take your stand 

With honest Chiropractic band; 

That we may know the song you sing, 

Is but part of what you bring 

To us when you do peep 

Into our eyes and go to sleep. 

Farewell 

FAREWELL! To me the theme was dear 
The recollection brings a tear; 
And in its lingering farewell beam, 
Lives the radiance of a dream. 
Chainless as the light of morn, 
Empearled on million dew drops born. 
When breath of God sweeps rolling earth. 
And gives them a transient birth. 

FAREWELL! The heartstrings thrill 
Pulsations of a friendly will. 
To linger in your presence bold. 
And dream again the dreams of old. 
To linger here still at your side, , 
By regal thoughts still glorified; 
Beholding wealth of land and town 
Bright star in new State's golden crown. 

FAREWELL to those my heart has loved, 

In whose friendship I have moved. 

Faithful to me every one; 

Constant as the rising sun. 

Imparting friendship's hands are given. 

And honest vows are made to Heaven. 



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The time has come to break the spell — 

Farewell to those we love so well. 

FAREWELL! And should we meet again, 

Within the walks of living men, 

May our glorious smile once more, 

Open wide affection's door. 

And if we meet in mansions high. 

In the wondrous city of the sky, 

May still the earthly friendship grow. 

Where God shall waiting crowns bestow. 

GROWTH AND ENDURANCE 

Grand new science, young and strong. 
Thy rich blessings here belong ; 
Let not thy hand hold back aught good, 
Thy princely doctrines understood. 

In vision fair we read thy name. 
When nations all shall speak thy fame, 
And all the countries of the world 
Thy glorious banner shall unfurl. 

When venerable age thy brow shall mark, 
Thy heart still give the vital spark, 
Administering to the human race. 
With perfect form and cleanest face. 

Enduring as the mighty hills, 
Lovely as the morning rills. 
Enchanting as the stars God made 
That shine in lasting serenade. 

As ocean sleeping on its bed, 
With gorgeous canopy overhead. 
Thy restful doctrines undisturbed. 
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In majesty and strength supreme, 
Rejoicing in full heart's esteem, 
Shall rest in conscious strength and power, 
Unfathomed depths each day and hour. 

PROEM 

Those Twentieth Century Zephyrs 

Blowing everywhere we go, 
In hottest days that ever come, 

And in the coldest snow. 
They blow on wild, grand prairie, 

And in the forest dense, 
By flowing stream and rivulet. 

And in the city whence 
The din and toil of strife arise. 

And where the fight grows hot. 
As persecutors battle hard, 

With legal turn and plot. 
To kill the science while 'tis young 

And in its lusty youth, 
Destroying what the world has found 

Containing greatest truth. 

But truth and right have ever stood 

'Gainst every blow that's given. 
And earth, redeemed from tyranny, 

Shall tell the tale to heaven. 
Pass on ! The phalanx stands, — 

Traditions pass away, 
And darkness flees before the sun 

That marks the coming day. 
When earth, baptized in liberty. 

Shall give mankind the choice, 
In sickness or in health, 

Without the hindering voice 
Of Board or any censorship, 

To find physician as they see 



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For all the sick at home, 
Abridgement not of liberty. 

So take our hand for what it's worth, 

The book we've made for you, 
And in the hours when you read, 

Our hearts shall all be true. 
May Zephyrs sweet forever blow 

Through lives of harmony; 
And peace and love forever grow 

In greatest constancy. 
The Science that we love so well 

Is sure to stand the test. 
In all the ways to heal mankind. 

It will surely prove the best. 
Enough ! no foe can ever kill 

This system, nor impart 
A prejudice to take away 

The science of the heart. 



OUR BELOVED SOUTH 

(Dedicated to the Southern Commercial Congress and House of 
Southern Governors. New Willard Hotel, Washington, D. C, March 
1-3, 1921.) 

We would greet the fair South on this radiant morn, 

Still sacred to noblest of men ever born. 

The bravest of men and the mightiest of minds. 

And the fairest of women creation refines 

Are am.ong the assets that make history great 

On the pages that chronicle each Southern State. 

For no one disputes and no one denies 

That the South ever makes her great sacrifice; 

And the gifts she bestows are never in vain 

Nor the hopes she has held ever severed in twain. 



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And a spirit of Jackson passes ever anon 
In valley campaigns or hilltops upon. 
Pickett still charges up cannon crowned hills 
Or passes deep rivers, or clear rippling rills 
No man can defame and no party cast down 
The fame that they won and the lasting renown; 
It belongs to the Nation, enriches the world. 
And ennobles the flag wherever unfurled. 

And the New South is better than even the Old, 
Her men and her women have hearts of pure gold. 
Her sons in the war ever leading the van, 
And each was a hero and each a true man. 
Her women at home were queens still uncrowned, 
But doing the work that made them renowned 
While her men filled the ranks in that glorious fight, 
Her women at home found their greatest delight 
In perfecting the work in the cause that they love, 
And love for the soldiers alive and above. 

And Washington gives you her welcome today ; 

Her beauty, wealth, honor in noble array. 

From the president down to the humblest in ranks 

All bid you a welcome and give you their thanks. 

For the pleasure they feel when they see you are here. 

No day of their life to them is more dear 

Than to see you assemble and hear you relate 

The progress and growth of each Sunny South State. 

And this South that is new, it will never grow old; 

Its sun to the east, and its setting untold. 

And from the President, free from the terrible strife, 

Joined by a queenly and lovable wife; 

And Burleson, record clearly best ever known. 

In the work for his country he turned every stone; 

And Houston and Palmer and Daniels so true. 

With laws that are white or laws that are blue; 

And Meredith, Wilson, and Colby and Payne, 



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With records clear, without even a stain, 

All join to give you a welcoming here. 

And blend in full their hope and their cheer. 

And Harding I know, with broad, liberal mind, 

Political chaff all cast to the wind. 

With his cabinet true as could ever be made. 

Will bid you a welcome that casts in the shade 

Every thought that is narrow, the best to fulfill 

The thoughts of a patriot, and express the good will 

That is due to the South from the man with a soul. 

For the North and the South are an undivided whole. 

And his precept and word we will ever obey. 

As he rules our land wisely and shows us the way. 

And down time's corridors may it ever be told 
That the South has progressed in ways manifold. 
As God in beginning said, "Let there be light," 
And all things obeyed him with infinite delight. 
So the South has come forth from her rarest of dreams, 
Where hope's brightest star in her coronet gleams. 
The Old South was there, the New South is here; 
The Old we adore ; the New we hold dear. 
And shouts may ring out, and Old Glory wave high, 
The pride of the earth still at home in the sky. 

And on thru the years may our prophecies blend 

In realities mighty that never can end. 

Her buildings, her castles, her monuments rare. 

In strength and in wealth and in beauty are there. 

Unspeakably vast and unnamably great 

Is the wealth that adorns each Southern State. 

And impressive the worth and attractive the flow 

Of events, as the years of eternity go ; 

And awed by the greatness of events that must come. 

We are glad Sunny South is the place we call home. 



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A little girl, but growing bigger, 
Always just her papa's chigger. 




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OUR NEW CHIEF— WARREN G. HARDING 

Is it destiny turning the tide of years? 

A hand waving over our triumphs and tears? 

A sun held back at a Joshua's command 

To reconstruct and rehabilitate our own troubled land? 

A rainbow of hope from the west to the east, 

Thrilling mankind from the greatest to least. 

A man has stepped into the Nation's chief place, 

After the tumultuous scenes of a race. 

So terribly bitter, with personal trend. 

That could lead only on to the usual end, 

Where a good man to office, a people's wise choice, 

Responds to the call of a wise people's voice. 

And we know as the Flag waves over the land 

That Harding our chief will be in command. 

And we know that no monarch on highest raised throne 

Can rule more wisely than Harding our own. 

And the tasks that confront he will soon overcome, 

Our honor preserved abroad and at home. 

Our Nation now turns to this princeliest man. 

This statesman and patriot, for we know that he can 

Bring America back to the place she belongs. 

Give her new strength and right all her wrongs; 

And the heart of the man will prove what it is 

To rule a great people, all sections to please. 

We know as he nioves he will encounter the storms 

That howl round the head of the man who performs 

The work that his country has called him to do, 

But the strength of his soul will carry him thru 

All these infinite tasks to triumph in the hour 

That indicates truly the force of his power. 

As serpents may writhe and may hiss when cast down, 

Some powers of darkness may view with a frown 

The success that we know will attend our chief's work 



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In reconstructing and planning, no duty to shirk, 
Till the country at large assumes its old place, 
And he greets all the world with that manliest face. 

Our applause to the man that we honor today, 
Immortal the time that he has come here to stay. 
The evil men do, may it perish unknown. 
But the head that does good, may it merit a crown 
The people would give to the man they have loved 
As milHons of voters by ballot have proved. 

And now to the one we have chosen to bear 
Columbia's standard, her honors to wear — 
We trust it all to your powers to keep, 
Nor your vigils, your courage, your honor to sleep 
Till a day so resplendent it adorns a new sky 
Where Columbia's new spirit lives ever and aye. 

IN THE DREAMLAND OF ENID 

The author recalls with vivid recollections many of those ^jrly days 
of development when in his early life as a minister and teacher, he 
gave entertainments at churches and other places. For these entertain- 
ments he often wrote his own poems, and sometimes recited poems of 
James Whitcomb Riley and others. 

The poems that fill this part of this volume were written and recited 
at an entertainment in the Chrisian Church in Enid (or Souh Enid, the 
larger town of the two), in the year of 1897, when the author was only 
in his twenties. The poems were published at the time in booklet form, 
and many hundred copies sold by th^ women of the church. 

Of late years many of the old citizens and acquaintances in Okla- 
homa have requested copies of the pamphlet now out of print, and may 
now receive what they have wanted, with the other poems in this book. 

The entertainment and consequent publishing of "In the Dreamland 
of Enid" was a happy hit at the time, and the author is glad to think 
over the old days when he was a minister in South Enid, and super- 
intendent of the schools. That period was one of happiness, develop- 
ment, and prosperity in a limited way, and the formation of friend- 
ships as lasting as life and eternity. 

In the entertainment at Enid there were a number of readers who 
assisted us on the evening that these poems were read, whose names 
are all mentioned in the proem which stands at the beginning page of 
this portion of the book. 



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PROEM 

'In the Dreamland of Enid" 

Is only what I have told 
Of the outgrowth of visions 

That came up from the soul 
When training the children 

How to speak and recite 
To the church in South Enid 

On a sweet August night, 
When Mrs. Minnie Pedago, 

With nature's own smile, 
Both charmed and enchanted 

With her own sweet-flowing style. 
Mrs. Dodson, Mrs. Kelley and others 

I thank, and ask to indite 
Just a word for the children 

Who helped us that night; 
And 'tis this I would say, 

And before we must part, 
I will place every name 

On my innermost heart, 
And then throw a small kiss 

At my own loving wife; 
May it touch her fairy lips 

Every day of her Hfe; 
For 'twas her own little self. 

As you each one may bet. 
Who has told in her raptures 

Of the boy she didn't get. 
And now I must leave you, 

Let me say at the last, 
When you've bought jusy a copy, 

Your entertainment is past. 



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Night's dark curtain touched the earth, 

And slumbers pressed my weary eyes, 
Yet bright visions floated in my dreams, 

Our town became as paradise. 
Glimpses came from haunted nooks, 

The gloom was changed to light, 
And truth and beauty's jeweled forms 

As by magic came to sight. 

Memory in holy thoughts awoke. 

And painted the rarest flowers, 
And strewed the dewy meadow lands 

With gems of holiest powers, 
And pride and honor spoke the word 

That Enid's banner should ever be 
Beautified by laureled fame, 

Baptized in holy liberty; 
A new star soon in splendor gleam 

Mid rays of red and white and blue, 
And add another hallowed beam 

And abide forever here with you. 

About the city then I strolled, 

And viewed the scenes that touch 
The heart's own vibrant, golden strings 

With thoughts we love so much. 
O Enid, yet in your ruddy youth. 

And with fame's great chaplet wreathed. 
And noblest men and women here 

That freedom's air e'er yet hath breathed. 
Love hath laid the heart strings bare. 

And with angel fingers played 
The music of the sainted rhymes, 

Which wakeful hours delayed. 

Let nature sleep or dream of death, 
Her brow be chill and damp. 



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But freedom's brow was never cold. 

It bears God's divinest stamp, 
And whispering vales where violets grew, 

In perfumed isle or scented dell, 
Where lovers watch and dream of days 

And things they cannot tell, 
And every blossom sweet that bloomed 

In its ambrosial treasure 
Mingled with the glowing thought 

In sacred, hallowed measure. 

Then, as though God's hand held them close 

Heaven's orbs in all their light, 
Intrinsic of immortal truth. 

As bright and brighter grew the night. 
Robed in tapestry divine. 

Sent from golden mines above, 
Exhaustiess as the power of God, 

Their light aglow with holy love. 

In panoramic splendor, then, 

I saw the forms move past. 
On fancy's ocean islanded. 

But moving slow or fast. 
And there in trellised beauty 

Passed the palace of the rich 
And in its stately shadow. 

To fill another ordered niche. 
Was the cottage of the peasant. 

So narrow, low and small. 
And even there bright smiles were seen, 

God's love was touching all. 

Proud men and noble women 
Passed with stately tread. 
But the sweetest things I saw that night 
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CHILDREN AS THEY PLAYED 

Curly head and smiling face, 
Innocent with childish grace, 
Voices like the nightingales' 
Resounded through the hills and dales 

No garden rich with scented flowers. 
No grove with richly hanging bowers, 
Nor ocean's waves of silvery white 
So pretty as those children bright. 

Ah! there the little children came, 

In bold adventure each the same. 

All marching forward with burnished lance, 

With glowing, smiling countenance. 

Children true, and good, and smart, 
Acting well their childish part. 
Prattling tongue to tell in word 
The funniest things you ever heard. 

And there they came, a romping crowd, 
Playful, pretty, quaint and proud. 
None so happy, so simple and gay. 
Little buds of early day. 

See Lena and Delia and Ella and Zee, 
And Bob and Tom and John and Joe, 
And Lyda and Lois and Eva and Grace, 
All running grandly as in a race. 

And Lucy and Totty and Maudy and Nell, 
And Willie and Ray and Hugh and Tell, 
And Edna and Vera and Bessie and May, 
Working, toiling all the day. 



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Children as they played 




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And Carrol and Jake and George and Len, 
Growing up to be great men, 
And Tom and Otto and Ben and Frank, 
Taking a stand in the foremost rank. 

And Herbert and Mary and Eb and Roy, 
And Winnie and Maggie and Birdie, a hoy! 
And Lizzie and Mattie and little Pauline, 
And Sam and Claudie and Daisy Dean. 

O how I might wish to write 
The name of every child, tonight. 
And this in very truth I tell. 
To parents, friends, you did so well. 

Strive to be a useful man. 

Strive to be a woman grand; 

You'll be better folks, nor fear, 

Than Pa and Ma who've raised you here. 



THE GROCERS 

The grocers passed in moving line. 
More gallant than a baseball nine, 
Each to boast of what he had. 
E'en though it made the others mad. 

There were Murphy, Carrol & Brough, 
Who sell the finest grades of snuff, 
On orders either great or small. 
Cash in hand or wait till fall. 

And Jake and Joe were never slow, 
But always monstrous ready 
To haul their goods both far and near 
In market dull or steady. 






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And Talcott & Bennett told a story, 
Fixed to suit their inmost glory, 
They sold the cheapest in the town. 
As every customer had found. 

And Crawford's Hub beside his tub 
Said "Not so, my brother, 
I outsell, can whip or throw 
Any man in town, you know." 

Then Unger & McKee looked sharp, 
Messall Brothers tuned their harp, 
Buttrey opened wide his door. 
And Hansen Brothers almost swore. 

Hodgden said it wasn't so. 
The west side merchant ran below, 
Got a gun to hold his own. 
Cheapest store in all the town. 

Thus these grocers fussed awhile, 
Then shook hands with broadest smile 
Said they ought to act more nice. 
And charge all hands a handsome price. 



DRY GOODS AND OTHER MERCHANTS 

Sun-kissed city of the west. 

Our matchless heroes' own bequest, 

No golden domes of olden time 

Could make your walks so much divine, 

Or brand your youthful conquering brow 

With coronet so free from woe 

As merchants who with warm caress 

Sell goods so cheap that no distress 

From any quarter here can stay, 

Or dark despair its sign display. 



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Logan & Kennedy's clerks can talk, 
And so can Meibergen & Godschalk. 
And Mentel joins in the procession, 
And Aurell makes a like profession. 
The Rackett stands with ready hand, 
The shoe man has the newest brand, 
And Daniels, Frantz and Hockaday 
Each their wondrous stock display. 
And Cunningham & Cropper's store 
Has hardware stacked from door to door. 
Keegan, Brandow and Corberland 
Give purchasers a friendly hand. 
Anderson and Long and Bell, 
Hackett, Pinkerton and Diehl, 
And a hundred others, more or less, 
Our queenly city surely bless. 

And so in splendor up and down 
The streets of this our queenly town, 
Columned stores in strength arise, 
Their glittering pinnacles in the skies, 
Where strength and pride combine to show 
How western pluck doth ever grow. 



NEWSPAPERS— EAGLE, WAVE, NEWS, EVENTS 

AND SUN 

And then I looked for editors, 

To see them push the pen, 
And tell us what should come, 

And what was coming, when 
A democratic Wave rolled past, 

And on its crested foam. 
Coming Events and Daily News 

Cast their shadows home. 
An Eagle rose to meet the Sun, 

And spread his soaring wings 



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In truth's sublimest imagery, 

Nobler here than robes of kings. 
Wave the News, Sun the Eagle, 

Let each one stand unmoved, 
Ready with defensive line 

For the homes we all have loved ; 
And then a brighter Sun shall shine, 

The Eagle have a better home. 
Events and News more true shall be, 

A Wave more prosperous come. 

THE OKLAHOMA DUDE 

And next I met a little dude. 
Awful dressy and awful rude. 
In learning he was black as night, 
He talked the ladies out of sight. 
His hand each fair one has declined, 
As every other girl shall find. 
Yet with fairest word he pleads 
And asks the hand he so much needs. 
But then you know, my BilHe boy. 
Life is not all made of joy; 
Try again, keep trying on, 
By and by will come the dawn 
Of better times to you and then. 
If you'll but listen, she'll say "Amen." 

THE OLD BACHELOR 

These two following poems would probably not appear here at this 
time except for a peculiar incident which followed the entertainment 
that brought them forth. 

In these two brief poems we had no idea of being personal, and we 
certainly had no individual in mind. However, the next morning as I 
walked up town to the post office, a very sedate old bachelor judge ran 
out from Hub Crawford's store and demanded an apology for the cari- 
cature I had made of himself and a maiden lady in connection with 
the entertainment of the evening before. To say I was astonished at 
this is to express it mildly, for I certainly had no one in mind in the 



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writing. But all the protestations I could make almost fell short of 
keeping me out of a personal encounter with the judge. 

I went later in the day to see the maiden lady, and found her in tears, 
for somebody had been joking her also, and she too, had taken it verv 
much to heart. I made her every apology, but it was hard to make her 
believe I had no one in mind when I wrote the little poems. 

These were painful hours of this day, but two or three months later 
came a glorious compensation. One morning as I passed the same 
grocery store on my way to the post office, this same judge came out 
and in the most friendly way spoke and said, "Brother Riley, are you 
engaged Thursday night ?" When I answered I was not engaged Thurs- 
day night, he asked, "Will you make this date for me as the old bachelor 
and the old maid will be married Thursday night if you will pronounce 
the ceremony ?" "Why certainly," said I. "Yes," says he, "be sure to be 
on time, and here, Brother Riley, here's your fee in advance." Where- 
upon he handed me a bright twenty-dollar gold piece, which was the 
largest fee up to that time I had ever received for a marriage ceremony. 

The last I knew of this really splendid man and woman they were 
living happily together. Both may now be in eternity, but I will hold 
their names at this place not feeling sure they would be pleased that 
this incident be published in this way, but I assure them no warmer 
place was ever in my heart than has always existed for them. 

Ah ! out of sight, I met that night 

An old rough bachelor churl; 
And, as you'd suppose, his old red nose 

Turned up at every girl. 

The girls, you know, could not bestow 

Their love on one so crusty. 
And he was mad and they were glad 

At frowns that were so rusty. 

And now forgive, we all must live. 

Old bachelor and any. 
And as for that, we'll pass the hat. 

And give him each a penny. 

So fare him well, we cannot tell 
How much we ought to love him; 

He'll never know half how to grow 
Until a woman loves him. 



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THE OLD MAID 

And I met a maid so much afraid 
You'd ask to know her age, 

If you with grace looked at her face, 
She flew into a rage. 

Wrinkles in face had left their trace, 
Bold sign boards as they were, 

And now I tell, her false teeth fell, 
And fell her long false hair. 

Ah! poor old maid, what have I said? 

I ought to be more generous ; 
I say it slow, ten years ago 

She was the belle of Kansas. 

Ah ! poor old girl, in such a whirl. 
Some one ought to love you ; 

Turn out just now with ancient bow. 
And let the old bachelor take you. 

And then true hearts may never part 
While earthly life may last. 

And then, forgiven, high up in heaven. 
You'll love each other best. 

A HENPECKED HUSBAND 

I met a henpecked husband. 
And he was bald and gray. 

And scars showed where clawy hands 
Had touched him every day. 

Poor fellow ! What a wife he had 1 

With hair so awful red, 
'Twas hot from early morning 

Until he went to bed. 



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And now the secret I will tell, 
If you the strength will muster 

To hear she's just an old red hen, 
And he's an old gray rooster. 

THE CHURCHES 

Who are those so full of love, 
And free from stubborn strife, 

Save to contend for God's pure word. 
And live a holy Hfe? 

Congregationalists led by Buffington. 

Who are those so full of zeal 

To tell what God has done. 
And bring the sinners flocking home 

At morn or eve or noon? 

Methodists led by Cummins, et al. 

Who are those of finest style, 

And yet with finest thought and word, 

Speak of what God has taught, 
And wield the Spirit's sword? 
Presbyterians led by Griffin. 



Who are those who stand aloof. 
Whom their religion keeps. 

And yet who preach and pray for all 
With energy that never sleeps? 
Baptists led by Lawrence. 

Who are those that do so much 
Of every kind and noble deed, 

Religion pure and undefiled. 
All God's requirements heed? 
Disciples led by Riley. 



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And who are those who have the love, 

The zeal and Godly style withal ; 
Stability and good works, too. 

And kindest looks for all? 
Christians led by Christ. 

THE NORMAL 

(Professors Pool, League, Spurlock, Lydicks and Ledgerwood, and 
100 pupils.) 

Once more in normal hall I moved, 

Once more amid the teachers roved; 

Last year they stood a noble band, 

The worthiest in all the land. 

We thought there never could be found 

Teachers of such true renown ; 

But now we think the second time. 

And give the lesson off in rhyme, 

As from the country's dale and hill 

They come, our college halls to fill, 

A set of girls and boys withal 

That doth last year's class forestall. 

In numbers greatly they have grown, 

With brighter looks their eyes have shone;. 

Modest beauty crowns the girls, 

More precious than the ocean's pearls. 

The boys are more manly now. 

With firmer looks on every brow, 

Where majesty doth sit enthroned 

With weight of everlasting crown. 

Instructors, too, with noble soul, 
Have traversed earth from pole to pole. 
Filled their minds with rarest themes, 
Free from idle, rambling dreams. 
And with them true power still 
Awakes as with a giant's will, 



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And strongly rings in college halls, 
And echoes back from painted walls, 
Witli battle noise so very deep, 
Their pupils dare not try to sleep. 
See that long, deep, flowing Pool 
That keeps the college breeze so cool 
That on a solid League of ground 
No hot Spur-locks can be found, 
Buf'Ledgers-open in the-wood. 
And even Ly-dicks tell the truth. 

Teachers, with learning great you stand; 

Your greatest talent we demand. 

Some may win the presidential chair; 

Too much worry there, beware! 

Or want to be a congressman, 

In freedom's last and greatest land ; 

Be, perchance, a ruler great, 

And your country's laws create. 

But the sweetest thing for you is this : 

To be a good old justice of the peace. 

DOCTORS RUSH, FIELD, CHAMPION, MC KENZIE 
AND KELSO 

And next I saw the doctors come, 

And one did Rush a Field, 
And then defy the Champion 

The surgeon's knife to wield. 
And then McKenzie came along, 

And thought he would Kel-so, 

But fortune smiled upon them both. 

They live as long ago. 
So doctors live though people die, 

Poorest mortals here below, 
Be careful how you take their pills. 

Be awfuL awful slow. 



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THE LEGAL FRATERNITY 

And forty lawyers came to view, 
Empty hand and pocket, too, 
Told how ready each one stood 
To do you greatest legal good, 
Watch your case, and plead it out. 
Win with only half a bout. 
Just hard enough to make it funny, 
And gold or silver's either money. 
Just look at Charley Hunter's sign, 
And Switzer falling into Hne, 
And Hughes and Granger and CuUison, 
Sanford, Morris, and Whittinghill, 
Dodson, Donovan, and Steen, 
Gannon, Moore and Conkling, 
Johnson, Bradley, and Anderson, 
Hubbel, Rush and Buffington, 
Sawyer, Cornelius, and Cromwell, 
Kelsoe, Davis, and Purcell, 
Could each a lawyer's story tell. 
Oh! how we love the lawyer gang, 
They, like juries, ought to hang 
Together like soap bubbles, 
Because they live on others' troubles. 



THE OKLAHOMA GIRLS 

I've seen the girls of every state, 

And of every country, too. 
And many things I could relate 

Of them, and all be true. 
God bless the girls of every land. 

The beauteous human pearls. 
And thrice be blessed the noble band 

Of Oklahoma girls. 



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They decorate our country fair, 

And they beautify our towns, 
Bedewed with blushes sweet and rare, 

And wearing honor's crowns. 
Conquering Rome could never tell. 

When mistress of the world, 
Of maidens who could then excel 

Our Oklahoma girls. 

I've raised my hat to Gotham's girl, 

In her silks and satins dressed. 
And seen the Boston maiden purl 

The lips that I have pressed. 
I've waltzed with Frisco's laughing dame 

In loveliest promenade, 
And softly have I spoke her name 

In calmest evening shade. 

But these now silent pass away, 

There comes a sweeter rest. 
There comes a brighter-visioned day 

And many^a fairer breast; 
For sacred truth reveals the forms, 

All wreathed with modest love, 
With snowy breasts and rounded arms, 

Like angels wear above. 

And Oklahoma's maidens stand, 

O'er shadowed with all grace. 
Goddesses with fairest hands 

And brightest dimpled face. 
For Oklahoma's girls have fame 

And freedom and ambition 
To excell in worth and name 

The girls of every nation. 

Long live the Oklahoma girls. 
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A new-starred banner to unfurl, 

And their truest gifts bestow 
Upon the young men of the land, 

The noblest in the world. 
Yet scarce worthy heart and hand 

Of an Oklahoma girl. 
And night in all its beauty passed, 

And with it passed the dream; 
Fancy's stars all faded out, 

But lingered still the gleam. 
So lovely in its airy light. 

So limpid and so blue, 
I knew that when the dream was gone. 

Its thoughts had all been true. 
And in new strength and grandeur 

I saw our lovely city grow, 
Imaged in the blue-arched heavens, 

Made bright in freedom's glow. 
Free men and Godly women. 

In homes on freedom's soil. 
Where industry doth smile and touch 

The brow of honest toil. 
Live in native free-born beauty, 

Where tyrant's foot hath never trod. 
Where joy and peace always abound, 

And thanks ascend to God. 

THE BOY I DIDN'T GET 

I cannot soar on lofty wing 

As other poets are wont to do, 
I cannot tell the wonderful, 

But hope to tell the true ; 
And surely I can tell in rhyme, 

If memory serves me yet. 
The scenes of mellowed transports 

With the boy I didn't get. 
In early days we roved and played 



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Mid many a flowered dell ; 
In innocence wc felt the joy 

My pen essays to tell. 
Each soul was free from any guile, 

And thrilled v/ith warm delight, 
On Fancy's snowy pinions, 

Saw each one's future bright. 

How through th& fitful, envious past 

Many a lovely scene appears — 
Vows, once sealed, now broken, 

And eyes suffused with tears; 
The ring that fit my finger once, 

The purest diamond set. 
With the playful smiling image 

Of the boy I didn't get. 

The well-remembered pathways, 

Thru woodland and thru moor, 
Present the same scenes o'er again 

They were in days of yore. 
Sometimes I want to take again 

The country buggy ride, 
Across the prairies near my home. 

By such a jolly driver's side. 

And again I want to play at school, 

And write upon my slate 
The funniest things you ever heard, 

By far too funny to relate, 
And see it vex the other girls, 

And make them fuss and fret. 
To think 1 had the battle won 

For the boy I didn't get. 

And I want to rove 'mid rosy glens, 
And see him pluck the flowers, 

The emblems of our friendship then, 
In friendship's raptured hours. 



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I want to hear his witty words, 
And see him smile with glee, 

With no one there to listen 
Excepting him and me. 

And then the shady pic-nic grounds. 

So close beside the branch, 
Adjoining on the other side 

The handsome suitor's ranch. 
*Twas there amid the festive plays 

I made the firm but secret bet 
My heart should ever constant be 

To the boy I didn't get. 

I see again the smiling glance 

Which he made and I beheld. 
And hear the whispered passions 

Which other eyes have quelled. 
He vowed nothing should disturb 

The future of our lives; 
He'd be the best of husbands, 

And I the best of wives. 

He'd get me every useful thing, 

And make our home so gay. 
Nothing in the world could be 

To make us a sad day. 
For us the brightest sun should shine. 

Its light should never set, 
No angel should more constant be 

Than the boy I didn't get. 

But strangest things have happened. 

We've drifted far away ; 
He's never been a husband, 

He's single to this day. 
To marry he has often tried, 

And acts so well his part, 
Strange he doesn't find a mate 

To soothe his anguished heart. 



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You see it doesn't hurt me now, 

For him my love is lost ; 
The cherisned hopes of other days 

Are buried with the past, 
Yet for thf; sweet old things that were 

I have a fond regret, 
And twine a halo round the name 

Of the boy I didn't get. 

I wave my hand in gleeful sport, 

Nor ask a selfish hour 
In which to cast an unkind thought 

Or wave a withered flower. 
At things that bloomed in early days — 

Hide them in Hfe's shifting sea, 
If 'mid fancy's golden rehcs. 

You'll let me keep their memory. 

The sweetest things that older folks 

Can ever have to cheer 
Are those that made our childhood glad. 

By retrospect brought near. 
And now, while memory lingers, 

I turn with fond regret. 



And yet with kindest wishes, 
From the boy I didn't get. 



IS IT YOU? 

In a little country cottage. 

Not the one beside the sea. 
Lives a pretty little maiden 

As you ever did see. 
Such a lovely little bosom, 

Such a dimpled cheek. 
Such a laughing little mouth 

Of the sweetest things to speak. 



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She lives with dearest mamma, 

This darHng Httle thing, 
And she washes mamma's dishes, 

And the water does she bring. 
She dusts the shelves and tables, 

And she milks the brindle cow ; 
She draws the water every day. 

And rocks the baby boy. 

She feeds the pigs and chickens, 

And she waters all the flowers. 
Then she plays and sports amid 

The rosy scented bowers, 
She v/ashes and she irons. 

And she quickly does her work; 
From not a single duty 

Was she ever known to shirk. 

Good folks you want to know her. 

You want to hear her speak. 
You want to see her laughing eye. 

The dimple in her cheek ! 
Then look ! Here's the eye ! 

Here's the dimpled cheek! 
And if you've been a listening. 

You've surely heard her speak. 

SUNSHINE IN THE SOUL 
Mrs. Estelle Carlin 

I knew a little maiden 

In memoried days of old. 
Her cheeks alike the roses, 

And sunshine in the soul. 
With eyes that sparkled love, 

A smile beyond control, 
She mingled violet blushes 

With sunshine in the soul. 






No kingly crown adorned her, 

She sought no earthly fame, 
No costly robes upon her, 

I need not tell her name; 
But it was full of true love, 

The truest ever told. 
Irradiated in its beauty 

By sushine in the soul. 

Afl"ection's sweetest visions hers. 

She held the golden key 
That unlocked stony hearts 

To purest, noblest charity. 
Amid the calm or passion's storm 

There seemed from her to roll 
In sublimest treasure rifts 

Sweet sunshine from the soul. 

Her hair in beauteous lovelocks, 

O'ershadowed form of grace. 
And arching eyebrows glistened 

In the light of glowing face. 
No naughty words she uttered — 

More treasured than earth's gold 
Were all her thoughts, illumined 

By sunshine in the soul. 

In the dew of morning. 

In the evening's gloom, 
She spread the beauty of a smile, 

The freshness of a bloom. 
When those she met were weeping 

From her loving nature stole 
A beaming, guileless laughter 

And sunshine from the soul. 

With angel finger pointing 
To God on throne above, 



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Her soul aglow with sunshine, 
Her heart aglow with love, 

She'd tell of all His matchless grace; 
As mamma oft had told 

This little, sweet, and charming girl 
With sunshine in the soul. 

O, the sunshine of her soul ! 

It made the brightest sky 
Mounting in the charmed circle 

Where showered blessings lie. 
Darkness faded in its beam, 

And shadows black and cold 
Were scattered by living joys 

From sunshine in the soul. 

And O to see her pearly teeth, 

And hear her lisping tongue. 
And see her wave her dimpled hands, 

And move in ecstacy among 
The brightest throngs of earth, 

Or raise from out the cold 
A beggar from mamma's fire 

And the sunshine of her soul — 

'Twould make you think of heaven, 

And angels ministering there. 
And wonder how an angel form 

Could be more pure and fair. 
Than she who fed the hungry poor, 

And never stopped to scold, 
But touched your heart with rays 

Of sunshine from the soul. 

From childhood's angel innocence 

To woman's noblest place 
She now is merging day by day 

In lovely woman's grace. 
The beauty of her childhood grows, 



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Her womanhood's bright goal 
Is but the painted ghmpses 
Of sunshine in the soul. 

The virtues that adorned her youth, 

And made her Hfe so grand, 
The acts of kindness then bestowed 

In shinging glories stand. 
Divinely multiplied they be, 

The reaping's a hundred fold 
Resplendent is the harvest 

Of the sunshine of the soul. 

Purer than ermine's whiteness, 

Stainless as an angel's breast, 
Is noble christian woman 

In the christian's armor dressed. 
Fadeless in the fairest beauty 

Emanating from the fold 
Of girls becoming women 

With the sunshine in the soul. 

x\nd God for all his loved ones 

Has made a home so bright 
That suns are never needed 

To give their endless light : 
For brighter lights are shining 

In the city made of gold — 
The myriad rays of gladness 

From the sunshine in the soul. 

And 'mid the pearly mansions 

In the city of the skies 
Whose face shall shine the brighest 

Of heavenly mysteries 
Should angels write the answer, 

Nor heaven's secrets hold, 
They'd write : "The Httle girl 

With sunshine in the soul." 



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WELCOME, MASONS 

(Dedicated to the Sixteenth Annual Convention of the National 
League of Masonic Clubs, Washington, D. C, May, 1921.) 

A welcome to Masons from all of the world, 
To Washington dear with banner unfurled; 
With hurrah and a shout so gracefully said, 
An organization which tyrants most dread. 
Apprentice, Fellowcraft, Master, and Shrine, 
The phalanx is moving, fraternal, divine; 
And each will but play his manliest part, 
Courage undaunted and loyalist heart. 

Such citizens here are always in demand, 

They honor the Craft and Columbia's land. 

Bright present history, glorious the past, 

The future enriched by truth that will last 

When thrones have all crumbled in the drama of time 

And the commerce of ruins marks its epoch sublime. 

Peers of the genuine, unnumbered your throng, 

Immortal your tenets and deathless your song. 

Great characters in history have builded your fame, 
Enriched all your temples, enlustred your name. 
Washmgton, Decatur, and the great Lafayette, 
With Johnny Paul Jones, ready bayonet set 
For honor and freedom in the truest of dreams 
That adds every lustre to the richest of themes. 
In assemblies today their great spirits preside, 
And they guide living Masons thru destiny's tide. 

Deep sprung from the mold of humanity's heart, 
Masonry plays more than humanity's part 
In building a country and making it free, 
Impressing its soul, its very destiny, 
With the breath and the life of patriots true 
That shine in the midst of the red, white, and blue. 
Such names we must love, such names we adore, 
And their influence here will we ever implore. 



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Unmoved and moveless, the undisturbed soul 

Masonry possesses, and that mighty control 

She has on all Masons cannot be overthrown, 

It controls millions of members loyally her own. 

Her helmet of truth and her armor of power 

Have felt the force of the blow and the scent of the flower 

That enemies give or friends may hold near, 

Her struggles have triumphed, she has never known fear. 

And the brave of the land she has numbered her own, 

Endless her reign, indestructible her throne 

That is made and inwrought in soul and in heart 

Of the men who always fulfill every part 

That belongs to the craft and the mystic delight 

That makes every conscience more clear and more bright, 

Complete in its purity and its noble demean 

That gives real life the glow of the dream. 

Then adieu, all my brethren, a long last adieu, 
In the fame that is lasting, and always so true. 
Resplendent the days coming on in their pride, 
With chastity and chivalry as groom and as bride. 
Let us dread not the storm, for we know of the name 
That lasting lives ever in the annals of fame; 
And then before all will we win the applause 
That dignifies, glorifies Masonry's cause. 

And the gems all aglow in the Potentate's crown, 
Or the jewels ornamenting his distinguishing gown, 
Or the touches of life each gives to the other, 
To strengthen the life of each worthy brother, 
May memory cling close in all coming days. 
And cherish them still in the parting of ways. 
And may we pass on in the ways of true love, 
Until we assemble in the Grand Lodge above. 



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AS— so— 

As an eagle in flight is a speck in the sky, 
Descending, his broad wings all tempests defy; 
As the prophet of God saw a cloud like a hand,' 
Which grew till its shadow fell over the land;' 
So our science has grown, with its banner unfurled. 
Till Its influence fills all the civilized world, 
And the heathen has bowed to its edicts sublime, 
As it goes on and on through the ages of time. 

As the rock from the mountain, so small at its birth, 
Rolled on till in majesty filling the earth; 
As the mustard seed grows to a tree large and fair. 
Sheltering beasts of the field and birds of the air; 
So the science that never has bowed to defeat 
Shall prove of all therapies itself most complete, 
And truth shall in triumph all error cast down, 
And live on forever in the truest renown. 

As thoughts that go out from a masterful mind 

Influence whole nations and the people refine; 

As pilgrims walk over the hot burning sands ' 

In pilgrimage dear to far eastern lands ; 

So our men have stood up in their courage and might, 

Determined and confident, inalienable rights, 

And whatever attempts to sweep them away 

Has always gone down in the deadly aflFray. 

As Daniel slept sound in the lion's deep lair. 
Nor harmed by the royal executioners there; 
And the roar and the growl of the mightiest brutes 
Shook not the courage nor immaculate fruits; 
So onward thru all battles to destinize men, 
Spread the gospel of fellowship, each be a friend 
To the truth as eternal as the throne of our God, 
With the River of Life ever circling around. 



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She is just away, and living still, 
In fairest realms above, 

Obeying Ciod's unerring will 
x'lnd His eternal love. 




And progress eternal 
And accomplishments rare 

Will show to the world 
That a man has been there. 



TO M. F. 

I often think and dream of thee ; 
Dost thou think and dream of me? 
I see the years around thee roll, 
Set with diamond and gold, 
And wonder if our paths may lead 
Where each the other most may need. 

Eyes that beam soul mysteries; 
Voice that speaks its ecstacies ; 
Heart and mind and face aglow, 
Fairer than the driven snow ; 
Enwreathed always in brightest smile. 
The happy moments to beguile. 

O soul so true and heart so dear, 
How we love to have thee near ! 
No compass truer to its pole, 
Onward toward the richest goal, 
Radiant smile, a queen uncrowned, 
Loveliest one and most renowned. 



Auroras brighten all your life. 
As maiden still or charming wife. 
And in the sunrise of the soul 
Let loyal truth have full control. 
And faith and hope and charity 
Make life's best things eternity. 



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DR. N. W. SHEFFERMAN 

This man with a soul I have always found true. 
His heart most loyal and steadfast thru and thru. 
A conscience as fine as the needle to its pole, 
His aims ever reaching toward the noblest goal. 
His hand with its unmistakable grasp, 
Will never ensemble another man's clasp. 
His face and his features, you know what they are, 
As clearly always as the bright shining star. 

Many years ago when I first shook his hand, 
I said to myself I have here found a man 
That cannot be cast down by adversity's storm, 
Mid tempest and sunshine every duty perform. 
Whose honor unbought and whose manhood unsold 
Make heritage greater than silver or gold. 
And in memoried thoughts I would laurel his fame, 
And keep in my guerdon his renown and his name. 

This man is a diamond tried out in the heat. 
Unhurt, uncorroded, for all emergencies meet. 
Progressive, unconquered, he holds on his way. 
Unswerving in duty by night or by day. 
His mind is still growing in steady, strong sweep, 
Confronting opposition as deep answers deep. 
And on like a leader in his own lines of thought, 
He rouses, awakens, attains the end sought. 

His the friendship that lasts all thru to the end ; 

In hallowed array all its elements blend 

Like colors of rainbow in harmony dressed 

And from heaven to humans benignantly blessed. 

Like the great steady sun, his race is for time. 

And his battles for truth are strong and sublime. 

From heights he ascends,, through the drift and the snow 

He sees those he passed in the valley below. 



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I would stand with my friend on the heights far above, 
Commingling our triumphs in friendship and love, 
Where the sun ever shines, tho the storms may still blow, 
And the peaks that stand round us are covered in snow. 
Free minds, free deeds, free words every time 
Make human nature godlike and sublime, 
And progress eternal and accomplishments rare 
Will show to the crowd that a man has been there. 




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FAREWELL 

Farewell ! The coronet is won ; 
Our labored journey here is done, — 
Your hand reach out for final shake, 
The Riley hand your hand will take. 
Ambition's tower with stars bedeck, 
As strongest fort may know no wreck. 
Your hearts have builded ever true ; 
The Riley heart will be with you. 

Farewell! Look up; the soul of things 
Most wondrous to our nature brings 
The day that spreads its mantle fair, 
Reposeful, steady, everywhere. 
Go on, your soul ascending still. 
Mighty emblem of your will. 
Dauntless, forward, fearless, true, 
And Riley's soul will be with you. 

Farewell! The battle ground and tide 
Recede, and in a nobler pride 
Stand thousands that have fought the fight 
And laid away their armor bright; 
Passed thru elemental storm, 
Still brave, heroic, manly form, 
Aciiing brows, hearts bleeding, too, 
And Riley's heart has wept with you. 

Farewell ! The day is dawning fair, 
With tyrants down and justice near; 
Royal king may mount a throne, 
And Chitopaths may have their own. 
Triumph comes with rosy hour, 
Tyrants tremble at their power ; 
Go on in regal, royal state. 
With Riley pass the golden gate. 



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Farewell! The battle has been fought, 
The race for life has nobly wrought. 
No power can cast that triumph down, 
Nor on its Hghted temples frown. 
Its success has been the most profound. 
With numbers to an army grown. 
Again hold out your hand to shake, 
i\nd Riley's hand your hand will take! 




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